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 Go, And travel onward. Soon shall leaf and bird, Wind, stream, no longer sound. Thou shalt behold Only the pathless sky, and houseless sward; O'er which anon are spied innumerous sails Of fisher vessels like the wings o' the hill, And white as gulls above them, and as fast.— But sink they—sink they out of sight. And now The wind is springing upward in your face; And, with its fresh-toned gushings, you may hear Continuous sound which is not of the wind, Nor of the thunder, nor o' the cataract's Deep passion, nor o' the earthquake's wilder pulse; But which rolls on in stern tranquillity, As memories of evil o'er the soul;— Boweth the bare broad Heav'n.— What view you sea—and sea!

The sea—the glorious sea! from side to side.