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My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, Thy solemn shores, thou ever-chaunting main! The first rich sunsets, kindling thought profound In my lone being, made thy restless plain As the vast shining floor of some dread fane, All paved with glass and fire. Yet, O blue deep! Thou that no trace of human hearts dost keep, Never to thee did love with silvery chain Draw my soul's dream, which thro' all nature sought What waves deny;—some bower of stedfast bliss, A home to twine with fancy, feeling, thought, As with sweet flowers:—But chastened hope for this Now turns from earth's green valleys, as from thee, To that sole changeless world, where "there is no more sea."