The Dry Salvages (excerpts from part I)

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The River is within us, the sea is all about us;

The sea is the land's edge also, the granite

Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses

Its hints of earlier and other creation:

The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale's backbone;

The pool where it offers to our curiosity

The more delicate algae and the sea anemone.

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The sea has many voices

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The distant note in the granite teeth

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And under the oppression of the silent fog

The tolling bell

Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried

Ground swell

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When time stops and time is never ending;

And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning

Clangs

The bell

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by T. S. Eliot