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VII. THE GULL ROCK, KYNANCE COVE.
If all the seas that ever sucked the hueFrom midmost heaven, about dark rocks were rolled,
If all the winds that ever gathered gold
From out sea-air, upon their foreheads blew,
If all the wings of ocean birds that flew,
Milk-white upon their ledges dropped to fold—
Then, Kynance, would thy wave-bound fortress hold
Blue-girt, gold-washed, wing-whitened, rise in view.
Dear to the sailor passing up the Sound,
Dear to the wanderers as they westward rove,
Landwednack's cape, Landwednack's double eye;
But, from Carthillian to St. Levan's bound,
No rocks so magical as those that lie
The tawny lion-guards of Kynance Cove.
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