Long for solitude.
And still, whose access
Long coastline's of sheoke
Will, that voice, back through
Yearningly sombrous, the more
Be listened in for.
Long for solitude.
Clifftop's wave-crasher.
Still, which entrancing peace
No castaways rue
Broke, when on a tide, inland
Seen by you to stand.
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