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The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom
THE sea took pity: it interposed with doom:'I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb,
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.'
(The end)
Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom
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