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Great Expectations
I will gaze on the great restless sea
and talk with the wintering birds
I will stride over snow-powdered lea
and strive with inadequate words
to say it will matter to me
The sea will go on for all time
and the birds will tell me no lie
the foxes will not leave the sett
and the badger will not leave the field
I know that the ivy will climb
and its harsh love will burden the tree
The ash tree will perish thereby
but the beech and the oak will not yield