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TWILIGHT BY THE SEA

Above the weary world is spread
A sky of gentle grey,
And Eve’s unhasting footstep creeps
Across the quiet bay.
The waves along the beach
Plash ever, each on each.

The cliffs defiant brow takes on
A tenderer look; the wail
Of the wild sea-birds dies away;
Sleep folds her gradual veil
Earth’s tired eyes around,
But still the seawaves sound.

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