These shy cove's looks
Secret love's nooks
Serve well as.
To us, alone, this world felt left.
But of its roar's din, least bereft!
Dulled, sea's, has.
No such place, play
Clears through this spray.
Shore-dreamer's.
Besides, of its ran yelps, dog's, woke.
By then, which joy, screamed youth's, wave-broke
Each enters.
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