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 The onward-surging tides supply The silence of the cloudless sky With mimic thunders deep.

Dark-red'ning from the channel'd Isle (Where stands one solitary pile Unslated by the blast) The Watchfire, like a sullen star Twinkles to many a dozing Tar Rude cradled on the mast.

Ev'n there—beneath that light-house tower— In the tumultuous evil hour Ere Peace with came,