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Far as the eye can see, in domes and spires, / Buttress and curve, ruins of shifting sand, -- / In whose wild making wind and sea took hand, -- / The white dunes stretch.
The wind, that never tires, / Striving for strange effects that he admires, / Changes their form from time to time; the land / Forever passive to his mad demand, / And to the sea's, who with the wind conspires.