Above (the growth of many a year) is spread
The yellow level of the stone-crop's bed;
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In every chink delights the fern to grow,
With glossy leaf and tawny bloom below[64]:
These, with our sea-weeds, rolling up and down,
Form the contracted Flora[65] of the town.
Say, wilt thou more of scenes so sordid know?
Then will I lead thee down the dusty row,
By the warm alley and the long close lane—