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It stands where land and tide divide
Its frame is kissed by ocean’s side
Each morning light runs through its span
Each wave returns to touch the sand
The gulls will wheel the boats will pass
The wind runs salt along the grass
And in its arch you start to feel—
That thresholds hold the world’s appeal
You say the soul should keep this place
A gate for change a gate for grace
To let the tide both come and go—
And welcome all the streams that flow
By dusk the sea turns red with fire
The gate hums low with day’s expire
And still it waits for dawn to rise—
To frame the light in ocean skies
