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The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar.
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear
and naked shingles of the world.
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