Are vassal to your vows forevermore."

And she, I knew, made answer, for her words

Fell warm as womanhood with wordless things,

But I had drifted on within my dream,

To that pale space which is oblivion.

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[Pg 26]

SOMNAMBULISM

I

Night is above me,

And Night is above the night.

The sea is beside me soughing, or is still.

The earth as a somnambulist moves on

In a strange sleep ...

A sea-bird cries.

And the cry wakes in me

Dim, dead sea-folk, my sires—

Who more than myself are me.

Who sat on their beach long nights ago and saw

The sea in its silence;

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