His one-hundreth birthday, next week.
And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will … When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool."
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