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1Each day I see the long ships coming into port

2and the people crowding to their rail, glad of the shore:

3because to have been alone with the sea and not to have known

4of anything happening in any crowded way,

5and to have heard no other voice than the crooning sea's

6has charmed away the old rancours, and the great winds

7have search'd and swept their hearts of the old irksome thoughts:

8so, to their freshen'd gaze, each land smiles a good home.

9Why envy I, seeing them made gay to greet the shore?

10Surely I do not foolishly desire to go

11hither and thither upon the earth and grow weary

12with seeing many lands and peoples and the sea:

14have heart to find a welcome and perchance a rest,

15I would spread the sail to any wandering wind of the air

16this night, when waves are hard and rain blots out the land.

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