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My dreams are of the Sea. / All night the living waters stepped / Stately and steadily. All night the wind / Conducted them. With forehead high, a rock, / Glittering with joy, stood to receive the shock / Of the flood-tide. I saw it in the mind / Of sleep and silence. When I woke, I wept.
My dreams are of the Sea. / But oh, it is the Sea of Glass! / I met that other tide as I desired. / Alone, the rock and I leaned to the wave, -- / A foolish suicide, that scooped its grave / Within the piteous sand. Now I am tired. / It died and it was buried. Let me pass.