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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Old Ocean
By Victor Hugo (1802–1885)
 
“J’étais seul près des flots”

Translation of R. C. Ellwood

I STOOD by the waves, while the stars soared in sight;
  Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright;
Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye;
And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around,
Seemed to question with moody, mysterious sound,        5
        The waves, and the pure stars on high.
And the clear constellations, that infinite throng,
While thousand rich harmonies swelled in their song,
  Replying, bowed meekly their diamond blaze;
And the blue waves, which nothing may bind or arrest,        10
Chorused forth, as they stooped the white foam of their crest,
        “Creator! we bless thee and praise!”
 
 
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