But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound or foam,
when that which drew from out
the boundless deep
turns again home.

Auteur: Alfred Tennyson

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,<br />too full for sound or foam,<br />when that which drew from out<br />the boundless deep<br />turns again home. - Alfred Tennyson



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