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AMBERGRIS 
Behold, I have seen visions, and dreamed dreams ! 
My verses eddy in slow wandering streams, 
Veer like the wind, and know no certain path— 
Yet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams ! 
 
I have dreamed life a circle or a line, 
Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and Man, divine : 
I know not all I say, but through it all 
Mark the dim hint of ultimate sunshine ! 
 
Remember me for this !  And when I go 
To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, 
Let child and man and woman yet recall 
One little moment that I loved you so ! 
 
Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, 
My epitaph the murmur of the sea, 
The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, 
My unknown grave the cradle of the free.