The Surges Gushed And Sounded
William Ernest Henley
The surges gushed and sounded, The blue was the blue of June, And low above the brightening east Floated a shred of moon. The woods were black and solemn, The night winds large and free, And in your thought a blessing seemed To fall on land and sea.
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