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We touched the shore.
The wave lay lucid, golden-clear and green
As ocean's round a reef in the mid-deep:
And out of it with arch fantastical,
And many a fair vault hollowed, rose the grey
Of the low rocky shore, over whose brim
O'erflowed the emerald herb: and in the clefts
The holly's gloss with darker ivy vied.
Yew mingled with arbutus, that still kept
Its bloom of crimson fruit; and over these
Waved ash-trees tall, letting a netted shade
Dance on the shrubs and flowers.
The wave lay lucid, golden-clear and green
As ocean's round a reef in the mid-deep:
And out of it with arch fantastical,
And many a fair vault hollowed, rose the grey
Of the low rocky shore, over whose brim
O'erflowed the emerald herb: and in the clefts
The holly's gloss with darker ivy vied.
Yew mingled with arbutus, that still kept
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Waved ash-trees tall, letting a netted shade
Dance on the shrubs and flowers.
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