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A FANCY.
Below me spreads a wide and lonely beach,The ripple washing higher on the sands,—
A river that has come from far-off lands
Is coiled behind in many a shining reach:
But now it widens, and its banks are bare,—
It settles as it nears the moaning sea;
An inward eddy checks the current free,
And breathes a briny dampness through the air.
Beyond the waves, low vapours through the skies
Were trailing, like a battle's broken rear;
But, smitten by pursuing winds, they rise,
And the blue slopes of a far coast appear,
With shadowy peaks, on which the sunlight lies
Uplifted in aërial distance clear.
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