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LIGHT AND SHADE.
Too deeply blue! Too beautiful! Too bright!Oh! that the shadow of a cloud might rest
Somewhere upon the splendour of thy breast
In momentary gloom: the molten light
That hides thy far horizon pains my sight:
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O'er green rocks fathoms deep: the fringing snow
That girds thy headland cliffs is all too white.
So as I mused, a sudden turn revealed
The dungeon gloom of a cliff-circled bay,
Where the sad sea, whose wounds are never healed,
Makes moan of ruffled thunder night and day,—
And awful shadows sleep, and all things seem
Dark and mysterious as an evil dream.
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