Already brought up to our gaze;
That which, roadside guided
For its old gravelly climb
Staggers on yet blinded.
Substance of visions prepared;
If not storm-lashed, upswell
What holds towering over us
As gleaming white its spell.
Serene guard to Sea's legend!
Through what thereround fast
Gull-swirled, a day's joyed shrieks
High as wave-rode forecast.
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