Vox Clamantis

O SEA, forever calling to the shore
With menace or caress,—
A voice like his unheeded that of yore
Cried in the wilderness;
A deep forever yearning unto deep,
For silence out of sound,—
Thy restlessness the cradle of a sleep
That thou hast never found.
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