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When descends on the Atlantic / The gigantic / Storm-wind of the equinox, / Landward in his wrath he scourges / The toiling surges, / Laden with seaweed from the rocks:
From Bermuda's reefs; from edges / Of sunken ledges, / In some far-off, bright Azore; / From Bahama, and the dashing, / Silver-flashing / Surges of San Salvador;