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And the trees about me, / Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks / Groan with continual surges; and behind me / Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
Paint me a cavernous waste shore / Cast in the unstilted Cyclades, / Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks / Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.