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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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