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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE sun is warm the sky is clear The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might: The breath of the moist earth is light 5 Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight¡ª The winds' the birds' the ocean-floods'¡ª The city's voice itself is soft like solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor 10 With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown. I sit upon the sands alone; The lightning of the noontide ocean 15 Is flashing round me and a tone Arises from its measured motion¡ª How sweet did any heart now share in my emotion! Alas! I have nor hope nor health Nor peace within nor calm around; 20 Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found And walk'd with inward glory crown'd; Nor fame nor power nor love nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround¡ª 25 Smiling they live and call life pleasure: To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear ¡ª Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
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