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RENASCENCE
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I'd started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.
full poem at:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55993/renascence