And cursed it or implored:

Or with the Cross defied;

Then on the morrow in their boats went down.

[Pg 27]

[Pg 27]

II

Night is above me ...

And Night is above the night.

Rocks are about me, and, beyond, the sand ...

And the low reluctant tide,

That rushes back to ebb a last farewell

To the flotsam borne so long upon its breast.

Rocks.... But the tide is out,

And the slime lies naked, like a thing ashamed

That has no hiding-place.

And the sea-bird hushes—

The bird and all far cries within my blood—

And earth as a somnambulist moves on.

[Pg 28]

[Pg 28]

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