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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
—Then the sea's voice arose,
Like an earthquake's under-tone:
"Mortal, the strife of human woes
Where hath not nature known?
"Here to the quivering mast
Despair hath wildly clung,
The shriek upon the wind hath past,
The midnight sky hath rung.
"And the youthful and the brave
With their beauty and renown,
To the hollow chambers of the wave
In darkness have gone down.
"They are vanished from their place—
Let their homes and hearths make moan!
But the rolling waters keep no trace
Of pang or conflict gone."
