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Then angry grew the sea, and on the stone
 Heaped mighty waves that struck with thunderous shock—
 Yet all in vain they beat upon the rock
And wind and wave subsided with a moan.

Then spake the sea in deep and sullen roar
 That echoed far along the rocky strand,
Behold! My waves shall break upon this shore,
 And I will lash the cold repellant land,
Until this cliff that proudly towers me o'er,
 Beneath my feet shall be but grains of sand.

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