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George Essex Evans - By The SeaGeorge Essex Evans - By The Sea
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Bright skies of summer o’er the deep,    And soft salt air along the land, The blue wave, lisping in its sleep,    Sinks gently on the yellow sand; And gray-winged seagulls slowly sweep    O’er scattered bush and white-limbed tree Where the red cliffs like bastions stand    To front the salvos of the sea, Now lulled by its own melody. Yonder the rising waters ride,    O’er ironstone masses, celled and worn; There, gnarled and bent by wind and tide,    A single mangrove stands forlorn, Alone in melancholy pride    A symbol of the soul of man In Life’s wild surges tossed and torn,    That yearns amid the battle’s van For the vast good it may not scan. Along this silent shining sand    Come, brother of my heart, with me, Tho’ I have never felt thine hand    And tho’ thine eyes I ne’er may see, Yet somewhere or by sea or land    Thine heart and mine keep equal beat, And in Life’s strange eternity    Responsive souls perchance may meet, And know each other ere they greet. Begone regret and carking care    That to the murky world belong The chimes of earth and sea and air    Ring softened here to elfin song. Come, friend of solitude, to where    The low dark jetty meets the blaze Of sky and waters slumbering long,    Here let us dream while ocean plays The mystic chants of golden days.
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