I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry,
In that still hour between the night and day;
I saw the answering tides, green robed and gray,
Turn to her with a low contented sigh;
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Rising and crying voice of ocean is heard amazingly. Soundless majesty flows in stillness but waves still give sound of amazement. Marching with silent feet they pass by you between night and day and green and grey. An excellent poem is nicely penned with wonderful perception.
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Rising and crying voice of ocean is heard amazingly. Soundless majesty flows in stillness but waves still give sound of amazement. Marching with silent feet they pass by you between night and day and green and grey. An excellent poem is nicely penned with wonderful perception.