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The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss / Upon the wetted sand. I look, yet dream.
Surely reality cannot be this! / Somehow, somewhere this surely doth but seem! / The sky, the sea, this great extent disclosed / Of outward joy, this bulk of life we feel, / Is not something, but something interposed.