The Surf of the Slums
From the ominous vast of the city's deep,
The breast of the slumbrous, restless sea,
With a hushed and halting hunger creep
The morning tides of humanity.
My heart grows dumb for the foaming strife
Of the waking city's tidal flow,
For the violence of its lashing life
And the weight of its deadly undertow.
The breast of the slumbrous, restless sea,
With a hushed and halting hunger creep
The morning tides of humanity.
My heart grows dumb for the foaming strife
Of the waking city's tidal flow,
For the violence of its lashing life
And the weight of its deadly undertow.
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