Chapter 12 12

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

            
            

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