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Canto the Second

CIII

As they drew nigh the land, which now was seen
     Unequal in its aspect here and there,
They felt the freshness of its growing green,
     That waved in forest-tops, and smooth'd the air,
And fell upon their glazed eyes like a screen
     From glistening waves, and skies so hot and bare-
Lovely seem'd any object that should sweep
Away the vast, salt, dread, eternal deep.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong