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ht matter?_ _Ah no! so enough of the sea and the soul for a season. Too long followed they leave life as a dream, Reality as a mirage when port is made. "Ever in sight of the human," is the helm-word of the wisest, For earth is not earth to one upon the flood of infinity; To the eye, then, it is but an atom-star, adrift, and oh, No longer warm with the beating of countless hearts._ _No longer warm with the human throb--the simple breath of today, With yester-hours or the near dreams of to-morrow. No longer rich with the little innumerous blooms of brief delights, Nor all divinely drenched with sympathy. No longer green with the humble grass of duties that must grow, To clothe it against desert aridity. No longer zoned with the air of hope, no longer large with faith-- No longer heaven enough--if Heaven fails us!_ HAUNTED SEAS A gleaming glassy ocean, Under a sky of gray; A tide that dreams of motion, Or moves, as the dead may; A bird that dips and wavers Over lone waters round, Then with a cry that quavers Is gone--a spectral sound. The brown sad sea-weed drifting Far from the land, and lost. The faint warm fog unlifting, The derelict long-tossed, But now at rest--tho haunted By the death-scenting shark, Whose prey no more undaunted Slips from it, spent and stark. SEA LURE (_The Maine Coast_) It is so, O sea! wild roses Bloom here in the scent of your brine. And the juniper round them closes, And the bays amid them twine, To guard and to praise their beauty; And the gulls above them cry, And the stern rocks stand on duty, Where the surf beats white and high. It is so, O sea! wild roses, With the day-long fog bedrenched, Have come from their inland closes With a thirst for you unquenched. And over your cliffs they clamber, And over your vast they gaze; For the tides of you can enamour Even them with their woodland ways. Yea, the passion of you and the power And the largeness are a lure To even the heart of a flower, O sea, with a heart unsure! For love is a thing unsated, Nor ever in any breast Has it dwelt, all want abated, At rest. SONGS TO A. H. R. I MINGLINGS It is the old old
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