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|A Poet’s Wife|
I saw a tract of ocean locked inland, |
Within a field’s embrace
The very sea! Afar it fled the strand,
And gave the seasons chase,
And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,
Saw sunrise face to face.
O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier! |
In inaccessible rest
And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir
Scattered through east to west,
Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her
Who locks thee to her breast.
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