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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Sea-Limits
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CONSIDER the sea`s listless chime: 
            Time`s self it is, made audible,— 
            The murmur of the earth`s own shell. 
       Secret continuance sublime 
            Is the sea`s end: our sight may pass 
            No furlong further. Since time was, 
       This sound hath told the lapse of time. 
       No quiet, which is death`s,—it hath 
            The mournfulness of ancient life, 
        Enduring always at dull strife. 
       As the world`s heart of rest and wrath, 
            Its painful pulse is in the sands. 
            Last utterly, the whole sky stands, 
       Grey and not known, along its path. 
       Listen alone beside the sea, 
            Listen alone among the woods; 
            Those voices of twin solitudes 
       Shall have one sound alike to thee: 
            Hark where the murmurs of thronged men 
        Surge and sink back and surge again,— 
       Still the one voice of wave and tree. 
       Gather a shell from the strown beach 
            And listen at its lips: they sigh 
            The same desire and mystery, 
       The echo of the whole sea`s speech. 
            And all mankind is thus at heart 
            Not anything but what thou art: 
       And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each.
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