Sea Margins.

        Ever restless, ever toiling,
    Fretting fiercely on its narrow bounds,
    Still filling heaven and earth with mournful sounds,
Old ocean, sullen from its rocks recoiling,
    Rearing wild waves foam-crested to the sky,
    Lashes again the beaches angrily:

        Slowly victor-like advancing,
    Marching roughly o'er the conquer'd land,
    Clean sweeping olden limits from the strand,
In proud derision o'er the spoil'd Earth glancing,
    Where 'neath its ruthless tide on hill or plain,
    No flower or shady leaf shall bud again.

        Slowly thus the ocean creeping,
    Creeping coldly o'er the world of old,
    Stole many an Eden from the Age of Gold,
And gazing now we see blank billows sweeping,
    Long cheerless wavings of the sullen seas,
    Were once the sun shone bright on flowery leas.

        Over Earth, and over Being,
    Over many glories of the Past,
    Remorseless floods are flowing fierce and fast,
Snatching sun-lighted Tempes from our seeing,
    Rolling their dreary surges o'er the shore,
    Where Love had hoped to dwell for evermore.

        Sadly on Time's heaving ocean,
    Waving darkly o'er Youth's Paradise,
    Back gaze we ever with dim tearful eyes,
Seeking old joys beyond its rude commotion,
    Seeking the old world glories pass'd away,
    Seeking the golden shores of Life's Cathay.

Walter R. Cassels

Walter R. Cassels was a British poet and author primarily known for his collection of religious poetry, "Supernatural Religion" published in the late 19th century. Though the work was initially published anonymously, it sparked considerable controversy and debate over its skeptical views on Christianity and the supernatural. Cassels' style is marked by thought-provoking themes and meticulous craftsmanship, placing him among notable literary figures of his time.

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The Olden Time.

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Sonnet.

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The Morning Star.

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Years Ago.

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The Dark River.

    Across the mountains and the hills,
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    By lakes and rivers whose deep murmur fills
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The Land's End.

I stood on the Land's End, alone and still.
    Man might have been unmade, for no frail trace
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    With many a scar and fissure fathoms deep,
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    That at the limits of its empire stood,
    Fronting the ocean in its roughest mood,
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Breakers

Far out at sea there has been a storm,
And still, as they roll their liquid acres,
High-heaped the billows lower and glisten.
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With the dying tempest's breath;
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With sea-weed strewn, my forehead fanned
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Of the hoary-headed deep;
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Wind.

Oh! weird West Wind, that comest from the sea,
    Sad with the murmur of the weary waves,
    Wand'ring for ever through old ocean caves,
Why troublest thou the hearts that list to thee,
With echoes of forgotten misery?

The night is black with clouds that thou art bringing
    From the far waters of the stormy main,
    Welling their woes forth wearily in rain,
Betwixt us and the light their dark course winging,
And dreary shadows o'er the spirit flinging.

Whence is thy power to smite the silent heart,
    Till as of old the unseal'd waters run?
    Whence is thy magic, Oh! thou unseen one,
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At Eventide.

        The day fades fast;
And backward ebbs the tide of light
From the far hills in billows bright,
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O'er the low clouds that bank the sky,
And barrier day off solemnly.

        Above the land
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Flinging o'er water, wood, and wold,
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And silence on the lips that part.

        The dew-mist broods
Heavy and low o'er field and fen,
Like gloom above the souls of men;
    And through the forest solitudes
The fitful night-wind rustles by,
Breathing many a wailing sigh--

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