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all the waves breaking in measure round the isles; hear
the birds begin and the dawn weave their thin voices into
its white garment; hear the wheels begin and at last,
forgetting to discriminate between wheel and bird, and
letting at last the blue and purple fold itself about
them, sink into night, sink into blue, and resign, and
forget...
     But ah! As falling, the faller shrieks and grasps
the turf on the cliffs edge and saves himself, so, even
as they fell, they were waked wide; they were raised
upright; their eyes were opened; now it was day.

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