" Once I saw large waves
Crested with white-caps;
A driving wind
Transformed the caps
Into scudding spray.
"Swift souls," I addressed them—
They turned towards me
Startled
Sea-descending faces;
But I, not they,
Felt the pang of transience. "

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Startled
Sea-descending faces;
But I, not they,
Felt the pang of transience." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>

" Once I saw large wavesCrested with white-caps;A driving windTransformed the capsInto scudding spray."Swift souls," I addressed them—They turned towards meStartledSea-descending faces;But I, not they,Felt the pang of transience. "