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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: Coney Island
Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow --
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.
With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
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