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Show THE SEA HATE. Soft it sings in shining ripples, glad beneath the , golden day, : With a laugh among the dune grass, as it flings its i jewel spray; But I hate its smiles and whispers, for beneath i the white, curled crests j Lies the great black heart of terror and the wrath that never rests. ' Hidden from the blessed daylight, in its caves It heaves and throbs, . I With a dreadful choking gurgle and a sound of dying throbs; And the long dark trailing seaweed, lifted on its ebb and flow, Is like hair of drowned women whelmed within the undertow. Through the pale green dusks of twilight, from j the rolling mystic line, Comes a chant of fear and beauty, calling sweet i to me and mine. ! But I flee the siren music of the cruel, luring , flood, j For 'tis doom is in its message and the answer in my blood. F. O'Neill Gallagher, in .London News. i |