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 Or is it better, high and dry Out of the great sea’s reach to lie? Night by night and day by day From the wild waves hid away: On a landward ledge to stay, Never fretted, jostled, hurl’d With a jarring crash, And a sharp splash, From the surety and the peace Of your never-changing world: Comfortable, safe, at ease: —Sore to the eye, sharp to the hand, Stark upon the weary strand Like bleach’d bones in an unslaked land?