The Breaking Sea
Beyond the distant, lonely reach, The hidden cove and shining beach,And traced upon the formless drift, The restless sands that ever shift,Where are the imprints of the sea The moving sands built yesterday?How breaks the sea with dash and roar, As, rushing on the sandy shore,Its tumult shatters on the strand; Retreating with the running sandTo swift return in foam and spray; Where are the dreams of yesterday?
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