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ON GRANTON PIER.
Well, this is what I saw on Granton pier:In front, the Firth!—“Oh, that is nothing new!”
Ay, but you never saw a bonnier blue
Than its glad waters wore; the day was clear,
And—you may laugh—to me they seemed to rear
Their waves in actual joy! Now, this is true—
One of the waves took wings, became a mew,
And sunward rose upon a new career!
Across the Firth I saw the coast of Fife
With here a cliff and there a nestling town;
And here and there the hillsides showed the strife
Of April green contesting winter brown;
And eastward far the horizon's edge was rife
With clean white sails that rose and sank adown.
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