The wave's heart swells and breaks;

One moment's passion thrills it,

One pulse of power fulfils it

And ends the pride it utters

When, loud with life that quakes,

The wave's wing spreads and flutters,

The wave's heart swells and breaks.

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But thine and thou, my brother,

Keep heart and wing more high

Than aught may scare or sunder;

The waves whose throats are thunder

Fall hurtling each on other,

And triumph as they die;

But thine and thou, my brother,

Keep heart and wing more high.

More high than wrath or anguish,

More strong than pride or fear,

The sense or soul half hidden

In thee, for us forbidden,

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