The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
Only a heaving of the deep survives,
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Nature poet Wordsworth's yet another poem immerses in the healing waves of sea well!
the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest aren't we all seeking our nests..
Soothing recompence with the muse of nature. Nice piece.
our thoughts are 'heard' in heaven. Beautiful poem. Like it.
....a wonderful poem with a beautiful ending ★