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V. ON THE SEA-CLIFF
(In Ireland)
Ruins of a church with its miraculous well,O'er which the Christ, a squat-limbed dwarf of stone,
Great-eyed, and huddled on his cross, has known
The sea-mists and the sunshine, stars that fell
And stars that rose, fierce winter's chronicle,
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Fronting the dawn the elf has ruled alone,
And saved this region fair from pagan hell.
Turn! June's great joy abroad; each bird, flower, stream
Loves life, loves love; wide ocean amorously
Spreads to the sun's embrace; the dulse-weeds sway,
The glad gulls are afloat. Grey Christ to-day
Our ban on thee! Rise, let the white breasts gleam,
Unvanquished Venus of the northern sea!
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