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Floating upon a swelling wave of sound,
  We seemed to overlook an endless sea:
  Poised ‘twixt clear heavens and glittering surf were we.
We drank the air in flight: we knew no bound
To the audacious ventures of desire.
  Nigh us the sun was dropping, drowned in gold;
  Deep, deep below the burning billows rolled;
And all the sea sang like a smitten lyre.
Oh, the wild voices of those chanting waves!
  The human faces glimpsed beneath the tide!
Familiar eyes gazed from profound sea-caves,
  And we, exalted, were as we had died.
We knew the sea was Life, the harmonious cry
The blended discords of humanity.