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22 lines
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TO AILSA ROCK
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by John Keats
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Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!
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Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowls' screams!
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When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?
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When from the sun was thy broad forehead hid?
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How long is't since the mighty Power bid
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Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams?
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Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams,
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Or when grey clouds are thy cold coverlid?
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Thou answer'st not, for thou art dead asleep;
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Thy life is but two dead eternities-
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The last in air, the former in the deep;
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First with the whales, last with the eagle-skies-
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Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep,
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Another cannot wake thy giant size.
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THE END
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