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seem to come from the sun, but from the
bosom of the air itself. The wonderful ex-
panse of breathing, shimmering blue is broken
by lines of far-off waves,-so far off that one


only hears a murmur of that tumbling crash
of spray, which marks with changing curves
and circles, their gay advance upon the reefs
of shells.
 These low white reefs have grown with the
ages. Perhaps each moment has its monument