The Ocean
The ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The awful spirits of the deep
Hold their communion there;
And there are those for whom we weep,
The young, the bright, the fair.
Calmly the wearied seamen rest
Beneath their own blue sea.
The ocean solitudes are blest,
For there is purity.
The earth has guilt, the earth has care,
Unquiet are its graves;
But peaceful sleep is ever there,
Beneath the dark blue waves.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, more The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne
T. S. Poetry
I so miss being near and on the beach by the ocean. Lived for 25 years in New England and 12 years in western/northern CA, but grew up in and now back in the land-locked midwest.
Sigh.
Thanks for posting!
Sally
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It is odd that such a dangerous thing should create such a sense of peace and wonder.
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