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A child of thine, a wildered boy once lived
In cottage rude beside the restless sea.
A slip of land where scarcely even thrived
The wildest plants, samphire and rosemary:

Little was there to lure the steps aside,
There the hoarse breaker and the heaving sand;
And yet I marked when inward swelled the tide,
And the loud tempest surged upon the strand,

Urgin the shelterless to shelter nigh,
The sea-bird beat his wing upon the cot
And sank exhausted for the storm was high.

Allured by that strange light he sought the spot
With drenched wing, and found it but to die,
And wildly through the night arose his lonely cry.