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A region desolate and wild, / Black, chafing water: and afloat, / And lonely as a truant child / In a waste wood, a single boat: / No mast, no sails are set thereon; / It moves, but never moveth on: / And welters like a human thing / Amid the wild waves weltering.
Behind, a buried vale doth sleep, / Far down the torrent cleaves its way: / In front the dumb rock rises steep, / A fretted wall of blue and grey; / Of shooting cliff and crumbled stone / With many a wild weed overgrown: / All else, black water: and afloat, / One rood from shore, that single boat.