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 And so, when, through unmeasured days, The far effulgence of the sea Is holding me in long amaze, And stealing with strange ecstasy My heart all opened silently;— There reach me, from among the sprays, Ineffable faint words that sing Within me,—how, for me alone, One who is lover—who is King, Hath dropt, as 'twere a precious stone, That sea—a symbol of his throne.

And now, indeed, some precious time It hath,—all inexpressible! All rapture!—yea, through many a rhyme Of wordless speech made fairly well, And beauteous worlds' whole visible Unbosomings of love sublime— It hath some blessèd while become Familiar, how all things take part For him to whose love I am come, And in their ways—not weak nor dumb— Are ever calling on my heart.