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Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/In War-Time—Gazing Seaward

For works with similar titles, see In War Time and In War-Time (Coates).



BREAKERS that beat against the shore
With pulsing throb and angry roar
And multitudinous meanings evermore,—
Ye are to me as souls untaught of pain,
That bent upon a fruitless quest
Still dash themselves 'gainst barrier laws in vain;
But, oh, beyond your tumult and unrest,
Is Ocean like the Everlasting Will,—
So vast, so deep, so still!