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My dog beside me in his dog-like way Tastes the divineness of this place and day, Breathes-in the freshness of the large hill-air, Basks in the blessed light spread everywhere; Seems, even, down to gaze, Far, far down, on the shining waterways, Wandering ’mid shoals of sand and salty weed, Of yon wide Estuary.... But eyes can gaze, it takes a mind to see! How much does my poor Collie sense indeed Of this vast, exquisite view, All breadth, all detail too?—— Bright twisting emerald, brilliant blues, Purple and violet, bronze and fawn, Blending, make bloom with loveliest hues All the broad water-lawn: Clouds bosom it with white: A myriad curling courses, golden-bright Or like sharp silver, thread and flourish it With inlaid light: And, down its long length sinuously shining, From right and left, rich roads of sapphire, glide The sister rivers.... then, together twining, Gleam past the yellow dunes into yon wide Glitter of bare blue sea, Eastward expanding, look! how far and free.