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The old man took the oars, and soon the bark / Smote on the beach beside a tower of stone; / It was a crumbling heap, whose portal dark / With blooming ivy-trails was overgrown; / Upon whose floor the spangling sands were strown, / And rarest sea-shells, which the eternal flood, / Slave to the mother of the months, had thrown / Within the walls of that gray tower, which stood / A changeling of man's art nursed amid Nature's brood.