Bryan Waller Procter Poems

THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
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TOUCH us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,—as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream.
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COURAGE ! Nothing can withstand
Long a wronged, undaunted land
If the hearts within her be
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Is my lover on the sea
Sailing east or sailing west,
Mighty ocean, gentle be,
Rock him into rest.
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WE are born; we laugh; we weep;
We love; we droop; we die!
Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep?
Why do we live, or die?
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PEACE! what do tears avail?
She lies all dumb and pale,
And from her eye
The spirit of lovely life is fading,
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I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
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SIT down, sad soul, and count
The moments flying:
Come,—tell the sweet amount
That ’s lost by sighing!
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GAMARRA is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
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GAMARRA is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
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