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Robert Laurence Binyon - Dawn By The Sea
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Beautiful, cold, freshness of light reveals
 The black masts, mirrored with their shadowy spars,
 The hill--gloom and the sleeping wharf, and steals
 Up magical faint heights of fading stars.

 I hear the waves, on the long shingle thrown,
 Slowly draw backward, plunge, and never cease.
 Against that sea--sound the earth--stillness lone
 Builds vaster in the early light`s increase.

 O falling blind waves, in my heart you break;
 Outcast and far from my own self I seem,
 With alien sense in a strange air awake,
 The body and projection of a dream.

 Turn back, pale Dawn, or bring that light to me
 Which yesterday was lost beyond the sea.
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