THE MARSH 



And breathe it free, and breathe it free, 

 By rangy marsh, in lone sea-liberty. 



IT was a late June day whose breaking found 

 me wpon the edge of the great salt-marshes 

 which lie behind East Point Light, as the Dela- 

 ware Bay lies in front of it, and which run in a 

 wide, half-laud, half-bay border down the cape. 

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