What heavy waves fall on my brain,
like swells of dark and swirling seasat high tide laboring; a looming pain
that waxes like some fell disease.
But hark! descending from vacant night,
from the starless moonless firmament,comes a ray of dark - what words I write! -
and the fearsome ocean-waves are rent.
Broken asunder, and birthing hope,
while the burdens of darkness still remain -yet now a night of encircling scope,
a shadow of light, of eternal gain.
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