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Robert Laurence Binyon - Kennack Sands
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On Kennack Sands the sun
 Shines, and the fresh wind blows,
 Moulding pale banks anew,
 Where the sea--holly grows.
 Waters softly blue
 And exquisitely clear
 Meet the o`er--arching sky;
 O`er them the breezes run.
 There may`st thou idly lie,
 And still find new delights,
 Watching the gulls` white flights
 Above that lonely place;
 Listen, nor ever hear
 A single human sound
 To spoil the free, profound,
 Aerial quietness.
 But when thou`rt gone, the night
 On Kennack comes; and soon,
 Lovely beyond dreams,
 Arises the round moon;
 In whose trembling light
 The rough splendour gleams
 Of the crested sea.
 Ah, could`st thou there then be!
 But mortal ears can hear not
 What those pale sands hear then;
 Sounds not of mortal birth,
 Laughter, and dance, and mirth,
 Of the golden--haired sea--fairies,
 Mermaidens and mermen.
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