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 White o'er wastes of water—surges crashing
 * Over surges in the formless gloom,

And a mastless hulk, with great seas washing
 * Her scourged flanks, pitched toppling to her doom.

Through the crash of wave on wave gigantic,
 * Through the thunder of the hurricane,

My wild heart in breaking shrilled with frantic
 * Exultation—"Chaos come again!

Yea, let earth be split and cloven asunder
 * With man's still accumulating curse—

Life is but a momentary blunder
 * In the cycle of the Universe.

"Yea, let earth with forest-belted mountains,
 * Hills and valleys, cataracts and plains,

With her clouds and storms and fires and fountains,
 * Pass with all her rolling sphere contains,

Melt, dissolve again into the ocean,
 * Ocean fade into a nebulous haze!"