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It winds along the headlands / Above the open sea -- / The lonely moorland footpath / That leads to Sankoty.
The crooning sea spreads sailless / And gray to the world's rim, / Where hang the reeking fog-banks / Primordial and dim.
There fret the ceaseless currents, / And the eternal tide / Chafes over hidden shallows / Where the white horses ride.
The wistful fragrant moorlands / Whose smile bids panic cease, / Lie treeless and cloud-shadowed / In grave and lonely peace.
Across their flowering bosom, / From the far end of day / Blow clean the great soft moor-winds / All sweet with rose and bay.
A world as large and simple / As first emerged for man, / Cleared for the human drama, / Before the play began.
O well the soul must treasure / The calm that sets it free -- / The vast and tender skyline, / The sea-turn's wizardry,
Solace of swaying grasses, / The friendship of sweet-fern -- / And in the world's confusion / Remembering, must yearn
To tread the moorland footpath / That leads to Sankoty, / Hearing the field-larks shrilling / Beside the sailless sea.