The Voice of the Sea
The sea was hoary, hoary,
Beating on rock and cave;
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder,
With storm-lips curled in scorn —
And dost thou tremble before us,
O fallen star of morn?
Beating on rock and cave;
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder,
With storm-lips curled in scorn —
And dost thou tremble before us,
O fallen star of morn?
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