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As like, he said, as what we see of it
Is like and wider than the unseen sea—
Wider because the sea's not infinite
But banked and shored from possibility,
While what we see, because we cannot know
From maps or charts how far it should extend,
Is greater than the ocean and may flow
Over horizons till horizons end.
You have no bounds to me but my defect
Of eyes to see if there is more beyond,
And if I watch as they do who expect
Some sign, some drift of green, some lily frond
Borne out of unknown Indies in the west,
I watch your sea for shores you've not confessed.
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