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 As like, he said, as what we see of it Is like and wider than the unseen sea— Wider because the sea's not infinite But banked and shored from possibility, While what we see, because we cannot know From maps or charts how far it should extend, Is greater than the ocean and may flow Over horizons till horizons end.

You have no bounds to me but my defect Of eyes to see if there is more beyond, And if I watch as they do who expect Some sign, some drift of green, some lily frond Borne out of unknown Indies in the west, I watch your sea for shores you've not confessed.