The large bleak voice of the burly sea.

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The Cruise of the Galleon

 This laboring vast, Tellurian Galleon,

 Riding at anchor off the orient sun,

 Had broken its cable, and stood out to space.

 FRANCIS THOMPSON.

 Galleon, ahoy, ahoy!

Galleon,

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 Old earth riding off the sun,

 And straining at your cable as you ride

 On the tide,

 Battered laboring and vast,

 In the blast

 Of the hurricane that blows between the worlds,

 Ahoy!

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 ’Morning, shipmates! ’Drift and chartless?

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