The Tempest
The sea in turmoil lets the billows crash,
As the moon watches playful high tides,
Plunge to bathe the lone barren rocky beach;
Kindle a stormy froth and fuming backlash.
Never trust the sea with dark horizons;
For its waves change at their discretion:
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