These are for footprints and a way to pass,

To follow after and to make a vow,—

To seek past glamours that are hourly spent,

And find but fainting lights down ways she went.

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LEVIATHANS

You who have seen the foam upon bright wrecks

Of stately ships that never come to port,

Where sea-things crawl upon those sunken decks,

And fishes through those cabins take their sport,——

There where at last the gilded, gay saloon

Turns watery cavern for the spawn of seas,

And spars, once splendid, rot beneath the moon

That once was glad to sail with such as these,—

Let never word of pity pass your lips:

For these were proud in ways you cannot know,

And pride is slow to die in ruined ships

Who can but dream that some day they will go,

Their wounds all healed, their clean strength whole again,

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