The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the kitchen
Of the Archbishop, down the vast virtual drear
And naked iPads of the world.
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