Landguard Fort

A LONG the sands, and by the sound
Of ocean, moaning night and day,
It stands;—its lonely burial-ground.
Scatter'd with low stones, moss'd and grey,
Whose brief inscriptions waste away
Beneath the ocean-breeze's spell;
And there, beneath the moon's pale ray,
Still walks the nightly centinel.
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