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A SEA VIEW.

IPSWICH, MASS.

Above my head the swallows skim,

Now wheeling, hovering near,

Now dipping to the sea's wide brim

Skyward to disappear.

The plover's distant call upsweep

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With the soft whistle of the peep,

I hear, and thro' the calm air shrill

The curlew of the sickle bill;

The kingbird and the woodpecker together thrill

Harsh notes by distance blent to music deep.

O sea, how dear a friend thou art!

For, lying here, the pain

That eats like poison thro' the heart

Seems almost joy again!

Like echoes from the days of yore

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