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 Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band,
The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown
The old unquiet ocean.
All the shade Is rife with magic and movement.
I stray alone Here on the edge of silence, half afraid, Waiting a sign.
In the deep heart of me The sullen waters swell towards the moon, And all my tides set seaward.
From inland Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune, That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand, And dies between the seawall and the sea.

Poem by Rupert Brooke
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