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hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells? Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main! —Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colour'd shells, Bright things which gleam unreck'd-of, and in vain! —Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea! We ask not such from thee.

Yet more, the depths have more!—what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies! —Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main! Earth claims not these again.

Yet more, the depths have more!—thy waves have roll'd Above the cities of a world gone by!