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But most the ocean-meadows All purple to the stars! |
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White Horses poem by Rudyard Kipling (1897) WHERE run your colts at pasture? There hide your mares to breed? ’Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel, Or crafty coastwise bars, But most the ocean-meadows All purple to the stars!
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