Classic Poem

Love

  A. The tide of love sets from me!
  B. Pshaw! 'tmay turn.
Love's not a petty stream, runs all one way:
But like the Ocean,—deep, and vast, and swayed
By Phantasy, its moon! This hour it rolls
Inward upon a rough and barren beach;
To-morrow far away. Dost thou despair
'Twill ever reach thee? Oh, there 's none so base,
But have their worshippers. Dost thou not know
The corse which one unmanner'd wave rejects,
The next will ravish. Thou mayst see it borne
Far out from sight of land, and there 'twill ride
Triumphant on the shoulders of the main;
All winds and billows making music for 't,
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