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| ... a granite boulder, huge in girth, Primæval waif that owned a different birth From all the rocks on that wild coast, alone, Like some grey heron on as grey a stone, And full as motionless, there stood a maid, Whose sun-browned hand her seaward eyes did shade Flinching, as ... |
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