Newport-Beach

by Henry Theodore Tuckerman English

Wave after wave successively rolls on And dies along the shore, until more loud One billow with concentrate force is heard To swell prophetic, and exultant rears A lucent form above its pioneers, And rushes past them to the farthest goal. Thus our unuttered feelings rise and fall, And thought will follow thought in equal waves, Until reflection nerves design to will, Or sentiment o’er chance emotion reigns, And all its wayward undulations blend In one o’erwhelming surge!

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