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The pounce of mottled marsh-hawk on his prey; The flicker of sand-pipers in from sea In gusty flocks that puffed and fled; the play Of field-mice in the vetches;--these to me Were memorable events. But most availed Your strange unquiet waters to engage My kindred heart’s companionship; nor failed To grant this heritage,-- That in my veins for ever must abide The urge and fluctuation of the tide.