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MEMORIES.
O land of solitude can I forgetHow I have watched a sudden sheet of spray
Leap up triumphant on a stormy day
Above the cliffs, when wintry waves beset
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Far inland—wanderers from their native home—
The flying feathers of your ocean foam,
And felt the rushing west wind, salt and wet
With driven mist:—but I remember most
How all one night, O melancholy land,
By lone Liscannor bay I could not sleep
For listening to the voices of the deep—
The tramplings of a never ending host
Along the desolation of the sand.
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