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—Alas! thou haughty deep! The strong, the sounding far! My heart before thee dies,—I weep To think on what we are!

To think that so we pass, High hope, and thought, and mind, Ev'n as the breath-stain from the glass, Leaving no sign behind!

Saw'st thou nought else, thou main? Thou and the midnight sky? Nought save the struggle, brief and vain, The parting agony!

—And the sea's voice replied, "Here nobler things have been! Power with the valiant when they died,   To sanctify the scene: