Chariots of copper and of silver-- Prows of silver and steel-- Thresh upon the foam,-- Upheavals the stumps and brambles. The currents of the heath, And the enormous ruts of the ebb, Flow circularly toward the east, Toward the pillars of the forest,-- Toward the boles of the jetty, Against whose edge whirlwinds of light collide.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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