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There is the night: unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again, had I my will. The ship is trim: to sea! to sea! Take life in either hand, Crush out its wine for you and me, And drink, and understand! 27
X To sea! Tosea! The ship is trim ; The breezes bend the sails. They chant the necromantic hymn, Arouse Arabian tales. To sea! Before us leap the waves ; The wild white combers follow. Invoke, ye melancholy slaves, The morning of Apollo! There’s phosphorescence in the wake, And starlight o’er the prow. One comet, like an angry snake, Lifts up its hooded brow. The black grows grey toward the East : A hint of silver glows. Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows. D 25
…t not: then the chain divides From love-enlightened limbs, and swell The choral cries unutterable Out of the salt, out of the tides, The sea, whose drink is death by thirst. The triumph anthem overrides The ocean's lamentable sides, And we are done with life: accurst Who linger; lost who find ; but we Follow the gold wake of the first Who found in losing ; who reversed The dictates of eternity. Lo! in steep meditation hearsed, Coffined in knowledge, fast we flee Unto the island from the sea. 74
You shall hear all; we will not land On this or that mediate strand, Until the voyage be done, and we Pass from the river to the sea, And find some isle’s secluded nook More sacred than we first forsook.
…shore subsides ; And over all the horizon Glows the last glimmer of the sun. Ah! when the moon arises, she Shall look on nothing but the sea. 16
VII O Love! and were I with thee ever! Come with me over the round earth, O’er lake and fountain, sea and river ! Girdle the world with angel girth Of angel voyage! Shall we roam In teeming jungles poisonous? Or make ourselves an eyrie-home Where the black ice roars ravenous In glittering avalanche? Or else Hide in some corrie on the fells Of heather and bracken, or delight In grottos built of stalactite ? Or be our lonely haunt the sand Of the Sahara : let us go Where some oasis, subtly planned For love, invites the afterglow! There let us liv…