The rock, that rock, said the Poet Seer how
Many nights of spell has seen!
How many roars of sea, one after the other
Spume after spume
Roaring white with rage
The many nights of spell have seen!
And time, time, Age, pass and last
And come and go
And the rock, that rock, how many
Nights of spell has been!
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