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For time past remembering I have talked to the sea Above all beloved for Not speaking back to me Silent friend throughout the years Of much of harm and strife Fierce, infuriated Now comes to claim my life Hand clutching the ship-rail Appears to be my own So miserably frail Flesh, sinews, blood and bone Elegance of its craft I had never realised In deadly peril only is Beauty therein recognized Towards oblivion I've fared A thousand nautical miles For eyes unveiled at last Sea-level reflects emerald From Letras Mania