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 I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I'd started from And all I saw from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood. Over these things I could not see: These were the things that bounded me;