VAGRANT VERSE
THE TIDE IS FULL, THE MOOlf LIES FAIR. The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; —on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the nightair! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin. . . ) —Matthew Arnold.
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Southland Times, Issue 19394, 7 November 1924, Page 4
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102VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19394, 7 November 1924, Page 4
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