Awash on the shore

Seven Mile Beach, Tasmania

Who pent up the sea behind closed doors
 when it leapt tumultuous out of the womb,
when I wrapped it in a robe of mist
 and made black clouds its swaddling bands;
when I marked the bounds it was not to cross
 and made it fast with a bolted gate?
Come thus far, I said, and no farther:
 here your proud waves shall break. – Job

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