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THE WOOD FAR INLAND. |
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THE WOOD FAR INLAND.
I close mine eyes in this lone inland place,This wood, far inland, thronged with sombrous trees—
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Mourns like a spirit shorn of joy and grace;
The same wild genius whose half-veilèd face
Dawns on the barren brink of wave-washed leas,
Fraught with the ancient mystery of the seas,
Whose hoary brow bears many a storm-bolt's trace;
I close mine eyes; but lo! a spiritual light
Steals round me: I behold through foam and mist
A dreary reach of wan, slow-shifting sand,
By transient glints of flickering starbeams kissed,
And hear upborne athwart the desolate strand
Voices of ghostly billows of the night.
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