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Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
420 Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seëst if indeed I go
425 (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns
430 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'
So said he, and the barge with oar and sail
But when that moan had past for evermore,
Whereat he slowly turn'd and slowly clomb The last hard footstep of that iron crag;
BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.
BREAK, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill ;
And the sound of a voice that is still !
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
Will never come back to me.
I COME from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
SUNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
When put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark !
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place,
The food may bear me far,
When I have crost the bar.