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Through fell and moorland,
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FOUR SONGS OF FOUR SEASONS.
A great wind grapples
The wave, and dapples
The dead green floor of the sea with foam.
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And salt‑sea foreland,
Our noisy norland
Resounds and rings;
Waste waves thereunder
Are blown in sunder,
And winds make thunder
With cloudwide wings;
Sea‑drift makes dimmer
The beacon's glimmer;
Nor sail nor swimmer
Can try the tides;
And snowdrifts thicken
Where, when leaves quicken,
Under the heather the sundew hides.
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