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The same strong impulse bore me till, at last,We entered the great deep, and passed belowHis billows, into boundless spaces, litWith a green sunshine. Here were mighty grovesFar down the ocean valleys, and betweenLay what might scem fair meadows, softly tingedWith orange and with crimson. Here aroseTall stems, that, rooted in the depths below,Swung idly with the motions of the sea;And here were shrubberies in whose mazy screenThe creatures of the deep made haunt. My friondNamed the strange growths, the pretty coral-line,The dulse with crimson leaves, and streaming far,Sea-thong and sea-lace. Here the tangle spreadIts broad, thick fronds, with pleasant bowers beneath,
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