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I in my childhood never saw the sea / Save in my dreams. There it was vast and lone, / Splendid in power, breaking against the stone / Walls of the world in thunder symphony.
From it arose mists growing into mists / Making a cool white curtain for the sun, / And melting mornward when the day was done, / A moving sphere where spirits kept their trysts.
A ceaseless swinging with the swinging earth, / A never-tiring ebbing to and fro, / Trenching eternal fastnesses; a girth
Round mountains in their everlasting snow.
It was a vast emotion, fibre-drawn / From all the elements since the first dawn.