the people along the sand all turn and look one way;they turn their back on the land, they look at the sea all day.
as long as it takes to pass a ship keeps raising its hull;
the wetter ground like glass reflects a standing gull.
the land may vary more, but wherever the truth may be -
the water comes ashore and people look at the sea.
they cannot look out far, they cannot see in deep -
but when was that ever a bar for any watch they keep.
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