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RESTLESSNESS.
RESTLESSNESS.
OWN in the harbor the ships lie moored, Weary sea-birds with folded wing,—
Anchors sunken and sails secured;
Yet on the water they rock and swing,
Rock and swing,
As though each keel were a living thing.
Silence sleeps on the earth and air,
Never a breath does the sea-breeze blow,
Yet like living pendulums there,
Down in the harbor, to and fro,
To and fro,
Backward and forward the vessels go.
Never a breath does the sea-breeze blow,
Yet like living pendulums there,
Down in the harbor, to and fro,
To and fro,
Backward and forward the vessels go.
As a child on its mother's breast,
Cradled in happy slumber, lies,
Yet, half-conscious of joy and rest,
Varies its breathing, and moves and sighs,
Moves and sighs,
Yet neither wakes nor opens its eyes.
Cradled in happy slumber, lies,
Yet, half-conscious of joy and rest,
Varies its breathing, and moves and sighs,
Moves and sighs,
Yet neither wakes nor opens its eyes.
