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BY THE NORTH SEA.
And her lips breathe back to the breeze
The kiss that the wind's lips waft her
From the sun that subsides, and sees
No gleam of the storm's dawn after.
3.
Where the borderers are matched in their might--
Bleak fens that the sun's weight parches,
Dense waves that reject his light--
Change under the change-coloured arches
Of changeless morning and night
4.
Too close for the storm to sever:
