Throw out all of your cape's
Breasting impudence.
Nor to hide that your cliff's
Bold looks' insolence.
Mark! Before you, below
Lusty for life's stress;
Conditions to wear down
Such proud ruggedness!
Anguish, smashing with sea's
Full might hard to stem!
And Angst, lashing with shore's
Manic-roared mayhem!
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