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. to awful silence bound.
A gulf of gloomy blue, that opens wide
And bottomless, divides the midway tide.
Like leaning masts of stranded ships appear
The pines that near the coast their summits rear;
Of cabins, woods, and lawns a pleasant shore
Bounds calm and clear the chaps still and hoar;
Loud thro' that midway gulf ascending, sound
Unnumber'd streams with hollow roar profound: 1820. ]


[Variant 110:

1836.

Mount thro' the nearer mist the chaunt of birds,
And talking voices, and the low of herds,
The bark of dogs, the drowsy tinkling bell,
And wild-wood mountain lutes of saddest swell. 1820. ]


[Variant 111:

1836.

Think not, suspended from the cliff on high,
He looks below with undelighted eye. 1820. ]


[Variant 112: This couplet was added in the edition of 1836. ]


[Variant 113:

1836.

--No vulgar joy is his, at even tide
Stretch'd on the scented mountain's purple side. 1820. ]


[Variant 114:

1836.
While Hope, that ceaseless leans on Pleasure's urn, 1820. ]


[Variant 115:

1836.

. . . by vestal . . . 1820. ]


[Variant 116:

1836.

. . . native . . .