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Nahant
Bowed as an elm under the weight of its beauty, So earth is bowed, under her weight of splendor1, Molten sea, richness of leaves and the burnished2 Bronze of sea-grasses. Clefts3 in the cliff shelter the purple sand-peas And chicory flowers bluer than the ocean Flinging its foam4 high, white fire in sunshine, Jewels of water. Joyous5 thunder of blown waves on the ledges6, Make me forget war and the dark war-sorrow —— Against the sky a sentry7 paces the sea-cliff Slim in his khaki. 点击收听单词发音
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