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AMBERGRIS 
Yea !  from the limit of the fallen day, 
And barren ocean of ungathered Time, 
Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay 
With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb : 
Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep 
To build red roses in the land of Sleep. 
 
O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! 
O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! 
O sworded with the majesty of light, 
O girded with the glory of the moon ! 
Angel of absolute splendour !  link of mine 
Old weary spirit with the All-Divine ! 
 
Ship that shalt carry me by many winds 
Driven on limitless ocean !  Mighty sword, 
By which I force that barrier of the mind’s 
Miscomprehension of its own true lord ! 
Listen, and answer, and behold my brow 
Fiery with hope !  Bend down, and touch it now ! 
 
Press the twin dawn of thy desirous lips 
In the swart masses of my hair ;  bend close, 
And shroud all earth in masterless eclipse, 
While my heart’s murmur though thy being flows, 
To carry up the prayer, as incense teems 
Skyward, to those immeasurable streams ! 
 
Breathe the creative Sigh upon my mouth 
That even the body may become the soul : 
Cry, as the chain’d Eagle of the South, 
“ A house of death,” and make my spirit whole ! 
Touch with pure balm the five mysterious wounds ! 
Come !  come away !  but not your mighty sounds ! 
 
O wind of all the world !  O silent river ! 
O sea of seas !  O flower of all the flowers ! 
O fire !  O spirit !  Beam thou on for ever 
Through æons of illimitable hours !