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Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine, / A fold in the mountainous forests of fir, / Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
Above are the clouds and the white, pealing gulls, / At its foot is the rough broken foam of the sea, / With ever anon the long deep muffled roar, -- / A sigh from the fitful great heart of the world.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins, / Well bulwarked with boulders that jut in the tide, / Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
See where the black fishing-boats, each at its buoy, / Ride up on the swell with their dare-danger prows, / To sight o'er the sea-rim what venture may come!
And look, where the narrow white streets of the town / Leap up from the blue water's edge to the wood, / Scant room for man's range between mountain and sea, / And the market where woodsmen from over the hill / May traffic, and sailors from far foreign ports / With treasure brought in from the ends of the earth.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam / Of red burnished copper -- the hinge of the door / Whereat I shall enter, expected so oft / (Let love be your sea-star! ), to voyage no more.