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FF our New England coast the sea to-night

Is moaning the full sorrow of its heart:

There is no will to comfort it apart

Since moon and stars are hidden from its sight.

And out beyond the furthest harbor-light

There runs a tide that marks not any chart

Wherewith man knows the ending and the start

Of that long voyage in the infinite.

If change and fate and hapless circumstance

May baffle and perplex the moaning sea,

And day and night in alternate advance

Still hold the primal Reasoning in fee,

Cannot my Grief be strong enough to chance

My voice across the tide I cannot see?