chanda chose to read from one of our favorite poets this morning . .
by the sea
why does the sea moan evermore?
shut out from heaven it makes its moan,
it frets against the boundary shore:
all earth's full rivers cannot fill
the sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
sheer miracles of loveliness
lie hid on its unlooked-on bed:
anemones, salt, passionless,
blow flower-like -- just enough alive
to blow and multiply and thrive.
shells quaint with curve or spot or spike
encrusted live things argus-eyed,
all fair alike yet all unlike,
are born without a pang, and die
without a pang, and so pass by.
christina rosetti
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