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the barren hill upsprung With pointed rocks against the light, The crag sharpshadowed overhung Each glaring creek and inlet bright. Far, far, one lightblue ridge was seen, Looming like baseless fairyland; Eastward a slip of burning sand, Dark-rimmed with sea, and bare of green. Down in the dry salt-marshes stood That house darklatticed. Not a breath Swayed the sick vineyard underneath, Or moved the dusty southernwood.