The Ocean

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;

Man marks the earth with ruin--his control

Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain

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Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play--

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow--

Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.