I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land
        Within a field's embrace -
    The very sea! Afar it fled the strand
        And gave the seasons chase,
    And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,
        Saw sunrise face to face.

    O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier!
        In inaccessible rest
    And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir,
        Scattered through east to west, -
    Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her
        Who locks thee to her breast.

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