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Do you recall how we sat by the smokily-burning / Twisted odourous trunk of the olive-tree, / In the inn on the cliff, and skinned the ripe green figs, / And heard the white sirocco driving in the sea?
The thunder and the smother there where like a ship's prow / The light-house breasted the wave? how wanly through the wild spray
Under our peering eyes the eye of the light looked out, / Disheveled, but without dismay?
Do you recall the sweet-alyssum over the ledges / Crawling and the tall heather and the mushrooms under the pines, / And the deep white dust of the broad road leading outward / To a world forgotten, between the dusty almonds and the dusty vines?