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 ��BY THE NORTH SEA

Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Here where the slow waves creep,

This is the chant I hear, The chant of the measureless deep.

\Miat was Sorrow to me Then, when the young life free

Thirsted for joys of earth. Far from the desolate sea ?

\Miat was Sleep but a rest, Giving to youth the best

Dreams from the ivory gate. Visions of God manifest ?

^^^lat was death but a tale Told to faces grown pale.

Worn or wasted with years — A meaningless thing to the hale ?

Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Now their sad message I keep.

Tossed on the wet wind's breath, The chant of the measureless deep.

— W. L. Courtney.

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