English poem
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by Edward Carpenter (1844–1929)
One cloud-like moment in the air it hung; And then the Sun, in eastern state confest, Great level arms along the ocean flung, Giving to each swart wave a golden crest, And let one finger on the foambell rest, Which like a hollow fretted crystalline Of some rich secret rudely dispossessed, Sundered and parted in the bright sunshine, Showing the Foamborn in her beauty made divine.