From the seashore
I hearing the music of humanity,
The sad and solemn music
Of the people
Living across
The Atlantic, the Pacific, the Antarctic,
The Arctic,
There live they,
Which but think I,
Dream I
From the land's end,
Sitting and hearing
Through the waves
Rising and falling,
Surging and roaring high,
Sometimes rough,
Sometimes calm.
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