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The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, / And on its outer point, some miles away, / The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, / A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Even at this distance I can see the tides, / Upheaving, break unheard along its base, / A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides / In the white lip and tremor of the face.