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Return to Cornwall

Return to Cornwall by Charles Causley ' I think no longer of the antique city Of Pompey and the red-haired Alexander. The brilliant harbour, the wrecked light at Pharos, Are buried deep with Mediterranean plunder. Here, by the Inney, nature has her city: (O the cypress trees of Mahomed Ali Square!) The children build their harbour in the meadow And the crystal lark floats on the Cornish air.'

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