Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber’d boats there beUpon thy vaporous bosom, magnifiedTo goodly vessels; many a sail of pride,And golden keel’d, is left unlaunch’d and dry.

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber’d boats there beUpon thy vaporous bosom, magnifiedTo goodly vessels; many a sail of pride,And golden keel’d, is left unlaunch’d and dry.

– John Keats –

Endymion: A Poetic Romance

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