  As little streams that start to find the sea Proclaim with babbling tongues their voyaging And with proud riot make the meadows ring, Or fill the wild woods with much noisy glee, As of their course they tell each waving tree And wandering bird that chances near to wing; So shallow lovers in the world’s ear sing Their plaint of passion with vain minstrelsy. But vast as restless ocean’s deep expanse, Superbly splendid, solemnly sublime, Whose music beats upon the shore of time In rhythmic beauty, is my heart’s romance: But as no song can sound the mighty sea, My soul is silent in its love for thee. |
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