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The shattered
water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over
others coming in,
And thought of doing something to
the shore
That water never did to land before.
The
clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks
blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not
tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in
being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by
continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had
better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than
ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the
Light was spoken.
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