To Marguriet
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour Oh! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent! Now round us spreads the watery plain Oh might our marges meet again! Who order'd, that their longing's fire Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd? Who renters vain their deep desire? A God, a God their severance ruled! And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.
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"Yes! in the sea of life enisled,..."
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