text_original: But silence now is hateful: I would be, By midnight dark and wild as Satan's soul, Where the winds' unreturning charioteers Lash, with the hurtling scourges of the sea, Their frantic steeds to some tempestuous goal  The deep's enormous music in their ears. 42 SONNE'TS ON "THE SEA'S VOICE IV O thou unalterable sea! how vast Thine utterance!
text_transcription: BUT SILENCE NOW IS HATEFUL I WOULD BE BY MIDNIGHT DARK AND WILD AS SATAN'S SOUL WHERE THE WIND'S UNRETURNING CHARIOTEERS LASH WITH THE HURTLING SCORCHES OF THE SEA THEIR FRANTIC STEEDS TO SOME TEMPESTUOUS GOAL THE DEEP'S ENORMOUS MUSIC IN THEIR EARS FOUR O THOU UNALTERABLE SEA HOW VAST THINE UTTERANCE
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