Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

              The City and the Sea

                   The panting City cried to the Sea,
                   "I am faint with heat, — O breathe on me!"

                   And the Sea said, "Lo, I breathe! but my breath
                   To some will be life, to others death!"

                   As to Prometheus, bringing ease
                   In pain, come the Oceanides,

                   So to the City, hot with the flame
                   Of the pitiless sun, the east wind came.

                   It came from the heaving breast of the deep,
                   Silent as dreams are, and sudden as sleep.

                   Life-giving, death-giving, which will it be;
                   O breath of the merciful, merciless Sea?


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