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For who upon the deep, deep sea, Ere dwelt and saw its great breast heaving, But by a kindred sympathy Felt his own heart its trammels leaving?

The wide and wild, the strange and grand, Commingle with his inmost spirit; He feels a riddance from the land— A boundlessness he may inherit.

Good night, thou happy ancient man! Farewell, thou mariner so jolly! I pledge thee in this social can, Thou antipode of melancholy!