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All under the deeps of the darkness are glimmering: all over impends

An immeasurable infinite flower of the dark that dilates and descends,

That exalts and expands in its breathless and blind efflorescence of heart

As it broadens and bows to the wave-ward, and breathes not, and hearkens apart.

(Swinburne: The Garden of Cymodoce, in Songs of the Springtides.)