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The Door
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One in the boat cried out
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Pointing to land,
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For the sun leaped clear of the mist
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And a rainbow spanned
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With one vast arch the mountain, the trees,
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and the sand.
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The mountain stood like a huge
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Ghost in a cloud;
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The startled trees were caught
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In a wavering crowd;
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And the four in their glittering oilskins cried
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aloud
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As that pure and soaring arch
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More marvelous grew,
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And the sandhills stared beneath it
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Wild and new,
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And down the unearthly beaches lamenting
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flew
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Gull upon gull distraught
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Blown through that Door,
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Handful on handful flung
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High over the shore.
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Such desperate beauty they never had seen
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before.
L.A.G. Strong
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