All the coast's in the foam of the tumbling tide,
And rustling pines at the waterside rise,
At twilight the sea is no longer blue,
But multihued, like the sunset skies.
All colours imaginable in the world
All the tints of the earth and sky
On billows raised by the sturdy gale,
Flamboyant, like rainbows lie.
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