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AMBERGRIS 
This is the climax, first and last. 
We stand upon the summit.  Mother 
Of ages, daughter of ages, cast 
 
The fatal die, and turn to death ! 
Let evolution turn, involving 
As when the gray sun sickeneth— 
Ghostly September !  so dissolving 
Into the pale eternal breath. 
 
When all is done, shall this be said. 
When all is said, shall this be done, 
The æon exhaust and finishéd, 
And slumber steal upon the sun, 
My dear, when you and I are dead.