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The Mountains	A
What ails you Ocean that nor near nor far	B
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast	C
But throughout time inexorable are	B
Never at rest	C
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With foaming mouth and fluttering crest you leap	D
Impatiently towards never shifting beach	E
Then wheel and hurry to some distant deep	D
Beyond your reach	E
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Nor golden sands nor sheltering combes can slake	F
Your fretful longing for some shore unknown	G
And through your shrineless pilgrimage you make	F
Unending moan	G
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The Sea	H
Nimbused by sunlight or enwreathed in snow	I
Lonely you stand and loftily you soar	J
While I immeasurably ebb and flow	I
From shore to shore	J
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I see the palm dates mellowing in the sun	K
I hear the snow fed torrents bound and brawl	L
And if where'er I range content with none	K
I know them all	L
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Inward the ice floes where the walrus whet	M
Their pendent tusks I sweep and swirl my way	N
Or dally where 'neath dome and minaret	M
The dolphins play	N
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Beneath or bountiful or bitter sky	F
If I myself can never be at rest	C
I lullaby the winds until they lie	F
Husht on my breast	C
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The Mountains	A
Till they awake and from your feeble lap	O
Whirl through the air and in their rage rejoice	P
Then you with levin bolt and thunderclap	O
Mingle your voice	P
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But I their vain insanity survey	N
And on my silent brow I let them beat	Q
What is there it is worth my while to say	N
To storm or sleet	Q
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I hear the thunder rumbling through the rain	R
I feel the lightning flicker round my head	S
The blizzards buffet me but I remain	R
Dumb as the dead	S
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Urged by the goad of stern taskmaster Time	T
The Seasons come and go the years roll round	U
I watch them from my solitude sublime	T
Uttering no sound	U
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For hate and love I have nor love nor hate	V
To be alone is not to be forlorn	W
The only armour against pitiless Fate	V
Is pitying scorn	W
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The Sea	H
Yet do I sometimes seem to hear afar	B
A tumult in your dark ravines as though	I
You weary of your loneliness and are	B
Wrestling with woe	I
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The Mountains	A
When the white wolves of Winter to their lair	X
Throng and yet deep and deeper sleeps the snow	I
I loose the avalanche to shake and scare	X
The vale below	I
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And when its sprouting hopes and brimming glee	H
Are bound and buried in a death white shroud	Y
Then at the thought that I entombed can be	H
I laugh aloud	Y
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The Sea	H
I grieve with grief at anguish I repine	I
I dirge the keel the hurricane destroys	Z
For all the sorrows of the world are mine	I
And all its joys	Z
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And when there is no space 'twixt surf and sky	F
And all the universe seems cloud and wave	A2
It is the immitigable wind not I	F
That scoops men's grave	A2
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I wonder how the blast can hear them moan	I
For pity yet keep deaf unto their prayers	B2
I have too many sorrows of my own	I
Not to feel theirs	B2
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And when the season of sweet joy comes round	U
My bosom to their rapture heaves and swells	C2
And closer still I creep to catch the sound	U
Of wedding bells	C2
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I see the children digging in the sand	D2
I hear the sinewy mariners carouse	E2
And lovers in the moonlight hand in hand	D2
Whispering their vows	E2
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You in your lofty loneliness disdain	I
Suffering below and comfort from above	F2
The sweetest thing in all the world is pain	I
Consoled by Love	F2

Alfred Austin

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