Men call thee false and fickle,

The all-devouring sea;

And shudder at thy caverns

With their dread mystery.

But thou to me art ever

The faithful and the fond,

Disclosing half thy beauty,

But hinting more beyond.

Thine infinite suggestion

Still lures me to thy side...

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Poem, "Nature."

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