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TO ULYSSES
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vi.My yucca, which no winter quells, Altho’ the months have scarce begun, Has push’d toward our faintest sunA spike of half-accomplish’d bells—
vii.Or watch the waving pine which here The warrior of Caprera set,1 A name that earth will not forgetTill earth has roll’d her latest year—
viii.I, once half-crazed for larger light On broader zones beyond the foam, But chaining fancy now at homeAmong the quarried downs of Wight,
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