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For the sea too seeks and rejoices, Gains and loses and gains, And the joy of her heart's own choice is As ours, and as ours are her pains: As the thoughts of our hearts are her voices, And as hers is the pulse of our veins.

Her fields that know not of dearth Nor lie for their fruit's sake fallow