XX

Like a white wall whereon forever breaks

Unsatisfied the tumult of green seas,

Man's unconjectured godliness rebukes

With its imperial silence the lost waves

Of insufficient grief. This mortal surge

That beats against us now is nothing else

Than plangent ignorance. Truth neither shakes

Nor wavers; but the world shakes, and we shriek.

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