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THOU OCEAN of things, they say, in thy dark depths there are

pearls and gems without end.

Many a diver learned in the sea is seeking for them.

But I care not to join in their search.

The light that flashes on your surface, the mystery that heaves

on your bosom, the music that maddens your waves, and the

dance that trips on your foam, are enough for me.

If ever I am weary of them, I will plunge into your unfathomed

bottom where there is death, or the treasure.

 

 

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