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I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold / How the voluminous billows roll and run, / Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun / Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, / And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold / All its loose-flowing garments into one, / Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun / Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold. / So in majestic cadence rise and fall / The mighty undulations of thy song, / O sightless bard, England's Maeonides! / And ever and anon, high over all / Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong, / Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.