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Rh I have but few companions on the shore:

They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea;

Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed o'er

Is deeper known upon the strand to me.

The middle sea contains no crimson dulse,

Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view;

Along the shore my hand is on its pulse,

And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.