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Edith Nesbit - Ebb-Tide
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NOW the vexed clouds, wind-driven, spread wings of white, 
    Long leaning wings across the sea and land. 
The waves creep back bequeathing to our sight 
    The treasure-house of their deserted sand, 
And where the nearer waves curl white and low, 
Knee-deep in swirling brine the slow-foot shrimpers go. 


Pale breadth of sand, where clamorous gulls confer, 
    Marked with broad arrows by their planted feet; 
White rippled pools, where late deep waters were 
    And ever the white waves marshalled in retreat 
And the grey wind in sole supremacy 
O`er opal and amber cold of darkening sky and sea.
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