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The onward-surging tides supply
The silence of the cloudless sky
With mimic thunders deep.
Dark-red'ning from the channel'd[1] Isle
(Where stands one solitary pile
Unslated by the blast)
The Watchfire, like a sullen star
Twinkles to many a dozing Tar
Rude cradled on the mast.
Ev'n there—beneath that light-house tower—
In the tumultuous evil hour
Ere Peace with Sara came,
- ↑ The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel.
