Forgetting this his person, of its
Strait jacket to be free
Time on Earth's, yearly imposed
For victim's 'woe is me'
Shook out of it, with soul's ear against
Seas' godly thundered 'shoosh'.
What cypress daisy bush, what heath
Cliff-cleaved, receive as a whoosh.
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Quietly breathed relief, diffused.
As wave, upspurts below
To a high clouds' summer-melt
Does of its burden show.
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