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VII. SEA-WRACK.
Across the grey sea-hollowed rocks
The waves with sleepy motion glide,
And in the long wash of the tide
The sea-wrack's brown and tangled locks
Sway gently as though nevermore
Wild blasts should rage upon the shore:
The waves with sleepy motion glide,
And in the long wash of the tide
The sea-wrack's brown and tangled locks
Sway gently as though nevermore
Wild blasts should rage upon the shore:
And now and then between the slim
Long locks the silver fishes swim.
Long locks the silver fishes swim.
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