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SEA-SCAPE
The strong wind on the unsheltered down
Shook loose her fluttering hair;
The very sun seemed glad to crown
The head of one so fair.
Shook loose her fluttering hair;
The very sun seemed glad to crown
The head of one so fair.
The Channel sang beneath blue skies
Its sounding song, and she,
With love's light laughter in her eyes,
Made earth as heaven for me.
Its sounding song, and she,
With love's light laughter in her eyes,
Made earth as heaven for me.
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