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CLEAVE THOU THE WAVES.
- CLEAVE thou the waves that weltering to and fro
- Surge multitudinous. The eternal Powers
- Of sun, moon, stars, the air, the hurrying hours,
- The winged winds, the still dissolving show
- Of clouds in calm or storm, for ever flow
- Above thee; while the abysmal sea devours
- The untold dead insatiate, where it lowers
- O’er glooms unfathomed, limitless, below.
- No longer on the golden‐fretted sands,
- Where many a shallow tide abortive chafes,
- Mayst thou delay; life onward sweeping blends
- With far‐off heaven: the dauntless one who braves
- The perilous flood with calm unswerving hands,
- The elements sustain: cleave thou the waves.
