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Seaside
by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)

Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band,
   The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
   I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown
   The old unquiet ocean. All the shade
Is rife with magic and movement. I stray alone
   Here on the edge of silence, half afraid,

Waiting a sign. In the deep heart of me
The sullen waters swell towards the moon,
And all my tides set seaward.
                                                             From inland
Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune,
That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand
And dies between the seawall and the sea.

 

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