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Bright heaven has let down her guard And falls be-dazzled on the winter sea The torrent breakers grey and wild Erupt in scintillating cries of light Bright platinum flashing white and flecked with unexpected gold. How came this glorious gift To such a cold stone shore? The whitening chalk cliffs, tender Honoured yet, breathe phantom…

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