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MY northern pines are good enough for me, / But there's a town my memory uprears -
A town that always like a friend appears, / And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be
A downward flash of something new and fierce, / That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity.