I often shake along my ocean’s sea-walled shore
A lonesome pull if truth be told, though not the least
Of all measures known to man, this pleases me the more
Only love compares the joy, when loose I let this beast
With stretch and stride I breach the ancient Trades each mile
I feel the muscles boast, what easy strength they gain
The waves and I roll forth, what e’er above may while
And love and loss are swift forgot, along the crashing main
Choose one breath each day, and count its play in any life
Or life instead could pray, each ragged breath would come
Knows the mind for sure, in bloody flight from strife
How clears the heart so well, ten thousand strides and some
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