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He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Date: 2011-06-10 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pachamama.livejournal.com
Hah! This is the very first "proper" poem I ever memorised (I think I was 7) and it has stuck with me over 40 years!

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