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XIX. THE EBBING TIDE.
A long low gurgle down the strand,
The sputtering of the drying wrack!
The tide is slowly ebbing back
With listless murmuring from the land,
And the small waves reluctant flow
Where the broad-bosomed currents go.
The sputtering of the drying wrack!
The tide is slowly ebbing back
With listless murmuring from the land,
And the small waves reluctant flow
Where the broad-bosomed currents go.
The sea has fall'n asleep, and lies
Dense blue beneath the dense blue skies.
Dense blue beneath the dense blue skies.
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