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- 1816
- ON THE SEA
- by John Keats
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- It keeps eternal whisperings around
- Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
- Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
- Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
- Often 'tis in such gentle temper found
- That scarcely will the very smallest shell
- Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell,
- When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
- Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd,
- Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
- Oh ye! whose ears are dinn'd with uproar rude,
- Or fed too much with cloying melody-
- Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
- Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quir'd!
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- THE END
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