By thine own lips, O Sea

By thine own lips, O Sea,

By As where day and night I wander on here on the beach

To get [Counting?] the tally of the surf‑suggestions wordless utterance of these liquid wordless tongues

And To pass within my soul, which loves the
grim, mysterious, wordless story,

That This haughty‑husky utterance of the sea—
—that this unsubduedness,

That Thisy cosmic, ever‑latent voice of power, refusal

With The lengthened swell, and The irrepressible rage, and the _^ these emblems
many tears;—these emblems,

Some vast heart, like a planet's, chained
and chafing there here,

Some primitive right withheld—some freedom‑lover
pent—some tyranny;

Within, within and deep, _^ by [thee?] by day and night, _^by thine own tongue lips O SeaO Sea!

Surely some This chanted tale of elemental passion,

With undertone of muffled lion roar,

And skreel of whistling wind, and hiss of spray,

Thisy Thy A The chanted chanted tale of elemental passion,
—thisy haughty husky utterance

Thisy tale of subterranean toil and wrongs
Unf For once Seems here Cconfided to me

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To pass within my soul the
wordless lesson

Of all that power means

Of freedom, action,            in husky-haughty