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1 " Alone, he saw the slanting waves roll in, Each to its impotent annihilation In a long wash of foam, until the sound Become for him a warning and a torture, Like a malign reproof reiterating In vain its cold and only sound of doom. "
― Edwin Arlington Robinson , Tristram
2 " I am not oneWho must have everything, yet I must haveMy dreams if I must live, for they are mine.Wisdom is not one word and then another,Till words are like dry leaves under a tree;Wisdom is like a dawn that comes up slowlyOut of an unknown ocean. "