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Songs
from Vagabondia
by
Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
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AT
SEA
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AS a
brave man faces the foe,
Alone against hundreds, and sees Death grin in his
teeth,
But, shutting his lips, fights on to the end
Without speech, without hope, without flinching,—
So, silently, grimly, the steamer |
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Lurches
ahead through the night.
A beacon-light
far off,
Twinkling across the waves like a star!
But no star in the dark overhead!
The splash of waters at the prow, and the evil
light
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Of
the death-fires flitting like will-o'-the-wisps
beneath! And beyond
Silence and night!
I
sit by the taffrail,
Alone in the dark and the blown cold mist and
the spray,
Feeling myself swept on irresistibly,
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Sunk
in the night and the sea, and made one with their
footfall-less onrush,
Letting myself be borne like a spar adrift
Helplessly into the night.
Without
fear, without wish,
Insensate save of a dull, crushed ache in my heart,
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Careless
whither the steamer is going,
Conscious only as in a dream of the wet and the
dark
And of a form that looms and fades indistinctly
Everywhere out of the night.
O love, how came I here?
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Shall
I wake at thy side and smile at my dream?
The dream that grips me so hard that I cannot wake
nor stir!
O love! O my own love, found but to be lost!
My soul sends over the waters a wild inarticulate
cry,
Like a gull's scream heard in the night. |
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The mist creeps closer. The beacon
Vanishes astern. The sea's monotonous noises
Lapse through the drizzle with a listless, subsiding
cadence.
And thou, O love, and the sea throb on in my brain
together,
While the steamer plunges along, |
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its way through the night. |
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