Childe Harold's Pilgrimage IV

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers?they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror??twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane?as I do here.

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