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 Where the horn of the headland is sharper, And her green floor glitters with fire, The sea has the sun for a harper, The sun has the sea for a lyre. The waves are a pavement of amber, By the feet of the sea-winds trod To receive in a god's presence-chamber Our father, the God.

Time, haggard and changeful and hoary, Is master and God of the land: But the air is fulfilled of the glory That is shed from our lord's right hand.