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 Behold the Sea,
 The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
  Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
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 Behold the Sea,
 The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
  Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
   Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
    Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
     Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
      Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
       Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
        And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
         Giving a hint of that which changes not. 
 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost 
parts of the sea;
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 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost 
parts of the sea;
 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold 
me. 
 Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
 And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
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 Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
 And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
  That knows his rider. 
 There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
 Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.  
 There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
 Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. 
 When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a 
swaddlingband for it,
 And brake up read more 
 When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a 
swaddlingband for it,
 And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,
  And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here 
shall thy proud waves be stayed? 
 The sea! the sea! the open sea!
 The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
  Without a mark, read more 
 The sea! the sea! the open sea!
 The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
  Without a mark, without a bound,
   It runneth the earth's wide regions round;
    It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
     Or like a cradled creature lies. 
 Ye waves
 That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
  Your crisped smiles.  
 Ye waves
 That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
  Your crisped smiles. 
 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a 
pot of ointment.  
 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a 
pot of ointment. 
 Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
 Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.  
 Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
 Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.