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. Sheer Miracles Of Loveliness Lie Hid In Its Unlooked-On Bed: Anemones, Salt, Passionless, Blow Flower-Like; Just Enough Alive To Blow And Multiply And Thrive. Shells Quaint With Curve, Or Spot, Or Spike, Encrusted Live Things Argus-Eyed, All Fair Alike, Yet All Unlike, Are Born Without A Pang, And Die Without A Pang, - And So Pass By.