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THE QUIET TIDE NEAR ARDROSSAN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER

First Line: ON TO THE BEACH THE QUIET WATERS CREPT
Last Line: THAT WITH A WHISPER DEEPENED ALL THE SEAS.
Subject(s): SEA; OCEAN;
On to the beach the quiet waters crept:
But, though I stood not far within the land,
No tidal murmur reach'd me from the strand.
The mirror'd clouds beneath old Arran slept.
I look'd again across the watery waste:
The shores were full, the tide was near its height,
Though scarcely heard: the reefs were drowning fast,
And an imperial whisper told the might
Of the outer floods, that pressed into the bay,
Though all besides was silent. I delight
In the rough billows, and the foam-ball's flight:
I love the shore upon a stormy day;
But yet more stately were the power and ease
That with a whisper deepened all the seas.




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