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 AND, sand; hills of sand;
 * And the wind where nothing is

Green and sweet of the land;
 * No grass, no trees,
 * No bird, no butterfly,

But hills, hills of sand,
 * And a burning sky.

Sea, sea, mounds of the sea,
 * Hollow, and dark, and blue,

Flashing incessantly
 * The whole sea through;
 * No flower, no jutting root,

Only the floor of the sea,
 * With foam afloat.

Blow, blow, winding shells;
 * And the watery fish,

Deaf to the hidden bells,
 * In the water splash;

No streaming gold, no eyes,
 * Watching along the waves,

But far-blown shells, faint bells,
 * From the darkling caves.