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Establishment is shocked. Stir no adventure
Upon this splitted granite.
I will no longer connive At my own destruction: -I will not again climb, / Breaking my finger nails, out of reach of the reaching wave, / To save
What I hope will still be me
When I have slid on slime and clutched at slippery rock-weed, / and had my face towed under
In scrubbing pebbles, under the weight of the wave and its / thunder. I decline to scratch at this cliff. If is not a word. I will connive no more
With that which hopes and plans that I shall not survive:
Let the tide keep its distance; Or advance, and be split for a moment by a thing very small but all resistance; Then do its own chore.