Long summer's raved jagged-wheeled ride
That did a beach overspill
Set back from the view, as by
Twenty leagues of the tranquil.
Lights of the hamlet, soft empearled
With mists of rain, in commune.
Treacherous edge to waves' sound
Ebbing, and at the full moon.
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