‘It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts ten thousand caverns…’
‘On the Sea’, 1-3
‘The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold – strange…’
John Keats
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