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Who hath desired the Sea-the sight of salt-water unbounded?
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm-grey, foamless, enormous, and growing?
Stark calm on the lap of the Line-or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing?
His Sea in no showing the same-his Sea and the same