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Sleeping Giants Do Roar Greatly Defiant
'T is I who write in the bleak of night
When Shadow lurks and Barrows fright
But have I yet to write my heart,
To venture where I would to never depart?
My last love, my only and first, the Sea
What joy it did bring to me, what sorrow
For I've done wrong to leave it
But were he able, he'd come to me
I've given the Sea a name unknown
I've given the Sea my works full-blown
Or have I yet to show him any sympathy?
For he is trapped, watching over they and thee
I'm so free-yet says the Sea: he is not
To stop and think that there bellows the forgot:
'T is the Sea who wavers not on his time
Who does work and wastes no water blowing rhymes
I love the Sea, but has he seen me,
Standing on distant shore, as he before told me?
I shall not bother a sleeping giant:
For sleeping giants do greatly roar defiant
poem
by
Annie Cordelia Adams
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