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Carl Sandburg - From The Shore
Work rating: Medium

A lone gray bird, 
Dim-dipping, far-flying, 
Alone in the shadows and grandeur`s and tumults 
Of night and the sea 
And the stars and storms. 

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers, 
Out into the gloom it swings and batters, 
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast, 
Out into the pit of a great black world, 
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown, 
Love of mist and rapture of flight, 
Glories of chance and hazards of death 
On its eager and palpitant wings. 

Out into the deep of the great dark world, 
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift 
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone 
On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.
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