After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
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My favorite phrase in this poem is Soft as old sorrow. The poem becomes more and more brilliant if you read it many times since it is easy to just race through and not savor it, tossing it aside with a casual yeah, yeah. On familiarity, read over and over, one can feel the momentum of the words themselves glide smoothly under full sail.
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My favorite phrase in this poem is Soft as old sorrow. The poem becomes more and more brilliant if you read it many times since it is easy to just race through and not savor it, tossing it aside with a casual yeah, yeah. On familiarity, read over and over, one can feel the momentum of the words themselves glide smoothly under full sail.