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SEA DREAMS.
One after one: and then the great ridge drew,Lessening to the lessening music, back,And past into the belt and swell’d againSlowly to music: ever when it brokeThe statues, king or saint, or founder fell;Then from the gaps and chasms of ruin leftCame men and women in dark clusters round,Some crying, “Set them up! they shall not fall!”And others “Let them lie, for they have fall’n.”And still they strove and wrangled: and she grievedIn her strange dream, she knew not why, to findTheir wildest wailings never out of tuneWith that sweet note; and ever as their shrieksRan highest up the gamut, that great waveReturning, while none mark’d it, on the crowdBroke, mixt with awful light, and show’d their eyesGlaring, and passionate looks, and swept awayThe men of flesh and blood, and men of stone,To the waste deeps together.
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