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Rh An evil ember bedded in ash—a spark blown west by the wind ...

We are surrendered to night and the sea—the gale and the tide behind!

At the bridge of the lower saltings the cattle gather and blare,

Roused by the feet of running men, dazed by the lantern glare.

Unbar and let them away for their lives—the levels drown as they stand,

Where the flood-wash forces the sluices aback and the ditches deliver inland.

Ninefold deep to the top of the dykes the galloping breakers stride,

And their overcarried spray is a sea—a sea on the landward side.

Coming, like stallions they paw with their hooves, going they snatch with their teeth,

Till the bents and the furze and the sand are dragged out, and the old-time wattles beneath!