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24 Far off, the full tide clambers and slips, mouthing and testing all,

Nipping the flanks of the water-gates, baying along the wall;

Turning the shingle, returning the shingle, changing the set of the sand ...

We are too far from the beach, men say, to know how the outworks stand.

So we come down, uneasy, to look, uneasily pacing the beach.

These are the dykes our fathers made: we have never known a breach.

Time and again has the gale blown by and we were not afraid;

Now we come only to look at the dykes—at the dykes our fathers made.

O'er the marsh where the homesteads cower apart, the harried sunlight flies.

Shifts and considers, wanes and recovers, scatters and sickens and dies—