Its faded legend gone,

And but one rain-worn cherub's head

To sing of the unknown.

There, when the dusk is falling,

Silence broods so deep

It seems that every wind that breathes

Blows from the fields of sleep?

Day breaks in heedless beauty,

Kindling each drop of dew,

But unforsaking shadow dwells

Beneath this lonely yew.

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And, all else lost and faded,

Only this listening head

Keeps with a strange unanswering smile

Its secret with the dead.

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NEVER MORE, SAILOR

Never more, Sailor,

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