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Summer Sea

The sea has sunk to silence and to sleep:
The waves are spent and all the winds are still
And slowly o’er the surface of the deep
The great ships pass my window on the hill.

I see them swing their way from port to port
Unquestioning across the trackless sea,
And their majestic passing hath import
Full strange and whispering eternity.

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