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THE SEA was hoary, hoary, Beating on rock and cave: The winds were white and weeping With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder, With storm-lips curled in scorn— And dost thou tremble before us, O fallen star of morn?
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The poem
THE SEA was hoary, hoary, Beating on rock and cave: The winds were white and weeping With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder, With storm-lips curled in scorn— And dost thou tremble before us, O fallen star of morn?
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