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- 1816
- TO AILSA ROCK
- by John Keats
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- Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!
- Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowls' screams!
- When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?
- When from the sun was thy broad forehead hid?
- How long is't since the mighty Power bid
- Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams?
- Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams,
- Or when grey clouds are thy cold coverlid?
- Thou answer'st not, for thou art dead asleep;
- Thy life is but two dead eternities-
- The last in air, the former in the deep;
- First with the whales, last with the eagle-skies-
- Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep,
- Another cannot wake thy giant size.
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- THE END
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