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... erupted,
the papers say, and last week I was reading
where some ship saw an island being born:
at first a breath of steam, ten miles away;
and then a black fleck - basalt probably -
rose in the mate's binoculars
and caught on the horizon like a fly.
They named it. But my poor old island&... |
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