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A SEA-CHANGE, AT KELP ROCK Read I—soul and body curing

In the seaward loggia here—

Once, twice, thrice, that chorus sweetest

(Fortune's darling, Sophokles!)

Of the grove whose steeds are fleetest,

Nurtured by the sacred breeze;

Of Kolonos, where in clusters

Blooms narcissus—where unfold

Ivied trees their leafy lustres

And the crocus spreads its gold;

Where the nightingales keep singing

And the streamlets never cease,

To the son of Laius bringing

Rest at last, forgiveness, peace.

Drops the book—but from its prison

Tell me now what antique spell,

Through the unclaspt cover risen,

Moves the waves I know so well;

Bids me find in them hereafter,

Dimpled to their utmost zone

With the old innumerous laughter,

An Ægezn of my own?

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