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AMBERGRIS 
And night falls faster, ere thine eyes appear 
Glittering through the mist. 
O face of woman unkissed 
Save by the dead whose love is taken ere they wist ! 
Thee, thee I call !  O dire one !  O divine ! 
I, the sole mortal, seek thy deadly shrine, 
Pour the dark stream of blood, 
A sleepy and reluctant river 
Even as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, 
To me across the sense-bewildering flood 
That holds my soul for ever !