Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which there is no halt; Foam-white brigades collapse; but the huge host Has infinite reserves; at each attack The impassive cliffs look down in gray disdain At scenes of sacrifice, unrelieved pain, Figured in froth, aquamarine and black. Something in the blood-chemistry of life, Unspeakable, impressive, undeterred, Expresses itself without needing a word In this sea-crazed Empedoclean Strife. It is a scene of unmatched melancholy, Weather of misery, cloud cover of distress, To which there are not witnesses, unless One counts the briny, tough and thorned sea holly.
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