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1849–1903

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William Ernest Henley

The sea is full of wandering foam, The sky of driving cloud; My restless thoughts among them roam... The night is dark and loud.

Where are the hours that came to me So beautiful and bright? A wild wind shakes the wilder sea... O, dark and loud's the night!

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