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I am geography unknown,Peninsula unbridgedA land of wonder

But I am no paradise, no idyllI am ancient and modern,Wilderness and sprawlAnd industry has marked mePermanentlyI am road and river, canal,Terrace, mountain and fieldAnd eroded chaotically

Build your bridge across to meThat I may join your landMine my seams of plentySo that I may be your wealthChart my waters, plumb my depthsThat I may be your harbourBuild upon my precious shoreSo that I may be your port

Plunge me, sound meBridge me, bound meLet me take your highwayFrom mainland to the seaFor I am no island