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51
EVENING.
When evening came, I wandered on thy breastIn fragile coracle—now sunk between
Two overarching waves of glassy green,
Like sea bird floating in its stormy nest—
Now borne aloft upon a rolling crest
I saw the shore's surf-beaten crescent sweep,
And mid-sea purple of the rushing deep,
That darkened towards the splendour of the west.
Or I would guide my skiff amid the wrack
Of shattered waves that overwhelm and hide
Duggerna's sunken rocks, then falling back
Exhausted sink away on every side
In cataracts of foam—while bare and black
The dripping reefs rise through the surging tide.
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