St Nicholas [serial] . Foam of the sea ! Foam of the sea !Stay !—we are weary of calling to thee;Weary of hearing the ceaseless beatOf thy silver-sandaled, unresting feet,Hither and thither, and oer and oer,Along the level of white sea-floor, For evermore !Thy gauzy garments have swept so nearOur outstretched hand, but to disappear And slide away In a silver laughter ripples along the shore,And the broidered silver is changed to gray Sea-foam, rest !Safe in this circling arm of from the breakers shout and shock, Rest, O rest !And tell us the story unconfessedThrough all t
St Nicholas [serial] . Foam of the sea ! Foam of the sea !Stay !—we are weary of calling to thee;Weary of hearing the ceaseless beatOf thy silver-sandaled, unresting feet,Hither and thither, and oer and oer,Along the level of white sea-floor, For evermore !Thy gauzy garments have swept so nearOur outstretched hand, but to disappear And slide away In a silver laughter ripples along the shore,And the broidered silver is changed to gray Sea-foam, rest !Safe in this circling arm of from the breakers shout and shock, Rest, O rest !And tell us the story unconfessedThrough all the ages to mortal ear,Locked from poet, and safe from seer In the oceans us thy charmed history ; Unravel the silver threadOf the glittering tissue of mystery Veiling forever thy art thou wooing forever The golden smiles of the sun,—Wooing and winning, yet neverStaying thyself to be won ? Low is the light in the west,— Sea-foam, rest !
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