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Go to sleep -- though of course you will not -- / to tideless waves thundering slantwise against / strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray / dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, / scattered and strewn broadcast in over the steady / car rails! Sleep, sleep! Gulls' cries in a wind-gust / broken by the wind; calculating wings set above / the field of waves breaking.
Go to sleep to the lunge between foam-crests, / refuse churned in the recoil. Food! Food!