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Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

Christina Rossetti

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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
Poet
Writer
London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
Heaven
Shut
Makes
Fill
Cannot
Boundaries
Stills
Rivers
Frets
Doe
Drinking
Moan
Earth
Sea
Evermore
Still
Ocean
Boundary
Full
Shore

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