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The Open Sea

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 From my window I can see, 
Where the sandhills dip, 
One far glimpse of open sea.
Just a slender slip Curving like a crescent moon— Yet a greater prize Than the harbour garden-fair Spread beneath my eyes.
Just below me swings the bay, Sings a sunny tune, But my heart is far away Out beyond the dune; Clearer far the sea-gulls’ cry And the breakers’ roar, Than the little waves beneath Lapping on the shore.
For that strip of sapphire sea Set against the sky Far horizons means to me— And the ships go by Framed between the empty sky And the yellow sands, While my freed thoughts follow them Out to other lands.
All its changes who can tell? I have seen it shine Like a jewel polished well, Hard and clear and fine; Then soft lilac—and again On another day Glimpsed it through a veil of rain, Shifting, drifting grey.
When the livid waters flee, Flinching from the storm, From my window I can see, Standing safe and warm, How the white foam tosses high On the naked shore, And the breakers’ thunder grows To a battle-roar… Far and far I look—Ten miles? No, for yesterday Sure I saw the Blessed Isles Twenty worlds away.
My blue moon of open sea, Is it little worth? At the least it gives to me Keys of all the earth

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