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VII. BARMOUTH BRIDGE.
Not for thy beauty, with thy thousand feetStretched over idle sand and stormy tide—
Not for thy voice, though ever at thy side
Eolian whispers in the gale are sweet—
Do men revere thee; but because the fleet
Fire-breathing chariots safely o'er thee glide,
And ere thy long, low, thunder-roll has died,
The news of half the world is in the street.
Yet, Barmouth Bridge, tho' Arthog's wood by thee,
And Turra's sunny slope and torrent streams,
Seem presences that dance across thy span,
I count thee dear for this—the gentlest man
Who ever wove the sonnet from his dreams
Thought of thy wonders rising from the sea.
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