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 A SEA-CHANGE, AT KELP ROCK

at this full noon of summer

There 's a touch, unfelt before,

Charms our Coastland, smoothing from her

The last crease her forehead wore:

She, too, drains the sun-god's potion,

Quits her part of anchorite,

Smiles to see her leaden ocean

Sparkle in the austral light;

While the tidal depths beneath her

Palpitate with warmth and love,

And the infinite pure æther

Floods the yearning creek and cove,

Harbor, woodland, promontory,

Swarded fields that slope between,—

And our gray tower, tinged with glory,

Midway flames above the scene.

On this day of all most luring,

This one morn of all the year, 43