by The Sea
When I look at the sea,
James Dillet Freeman
there well Sometimes into my mind
Deep thoughts too dear to tell
In words too hard to find.
I stand on the shore and stare,
But the deeps that are the sea
Speak not of deeps out there,
But of the deeps in me.
Then the sea may break on my ear
And tumble and toss in my eyes,
But the deeps I see and hear
Did not on this shore rise.
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