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Rh It were vain to ask, as thou rollest afar,

Of banner, or mariner, ship or star;

It were vain to seek in thy stormy face

Some tale of the sorrowful past to trace.

Thou art swelling high, thou art flashing free,

How vain are the questions we ask of thee!

I, too, am a wave on a stormy sea:

I, too, am a wanderer, driven like thee;

I, too, am seeking a distant land

To be lost and gone ere I reach the strand

For the land I seek is a waveless shore,

And they who once reach it shall wander no more.