Pandora's
Grotto.
I
spy with my little eye,
Something
beginning with rocks.
Time
washed, rolled by sea,
To
be here laid,
By
you and by me.
Artists
retreat that grew,
And
grew bigger each visit.
Pilgrims
would come and lay,
Foundations,
walls and windows,
Round
is the style of today.
Combinations
of nature and man,
Have
brought a unique view.
So
many voices so many minds,
Wrought
into life a temple,
On
Holy island, seek and you will find.
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