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BY THE SHORE
Return, strong tide,
Return and wander wide;
Hither and thither run;
The trailing sea-wrack starts,
The dry ooze winks and parts
In the steady sun.
Return and wander wide;
Hither and thither run;
The trailing sea-wrack starts,
The dry ooze winks and parts
In the steady sun.
The wrinkled limpet clings
With all his viscid rings,
To repel the parching air;
The mussel strains and lifts
His dry lip up, and shifts
Restless in dumb despair.
With all his viscid rings,
To repel the parching air;
The mussel strains and lifts
His dry lip up, and shifts
Restless in dumb despair.
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Small twisted conchs ashore
Pull close their horny door,
Weeping slow tears of brine.
The grey gull rocks afloat,
Or wheels with plaintive note,
Out to the fresh sea-line.
Pull close their horny door,
Weeping slow tears of brine.
The grey gull rocks afloat,
Or wheels with plaintive note,
Out to the fresh sea-line.
Blow softly, restless breeze;
The spell that piled the seas
Drops, and the pent waves run;
Break, crested billow, break
Creep landward, creep and slake
The fever of the sun.
The spell that piled the seas
Drops, and the pent waves run;
Break, crested billow, break
Creep landward, creep and slake
The fever of the sun.
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