Unrest.
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Leaf-like vibration, and my soul, as one
Who drifts out seaward, seeing the dim shore
Receding slow, hearing the voice of waves
Call to him fainter, shall float guideless on,
Rocked into slumber; dream effacing dream,
Thought widening around thought, till all grows vague.
Who drifts out seaward, seeing the dim shore
Receding slow, hearing the voice of waves
Call to him fainter, shall float guideless on,
Rocked into slumber; dream effacing dream,
Thought widening around thought, till all grows vague.
