Rejection

1 
'We will lay this thing here'
      Thus spake the voice of the sea,
      Murmuring wearily—
In the rock's ear—
2 
Then the green laver rose,
      Shook out her folds & cried,
      Before the rising tide
'Let me repose—
3 
Stir not my rest O sea,
      With dead things in these silent deeps,
      Surely wave tossed he sleeps
As heavily'—
4 
The weedhung chambers then
      Made answer—'O thou sea,
      The beasts that feed in me
What need they men'—
5 
Rock limpets cowering,
      Murmured gloom shaded—'There is meat
      Enough for all to eat
Bear hence this thing—
6 
In thy strong arms O sea,
      Out, even to the quicksands' brink,
      It shall be that he sink—
There, utterly.'
7 
'We will lay this thing here'
      Thus spake the voice of the sea,
      Ever persistently
In the rock's ear. 

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