II

All the winds of the sea weary,

All the waves of the sea rest,

All the wants of my heart settle

Softly now in my breast.

All the stars that in heaven anchor,

Golden buoys of Elysian light,

Send me across the gulf promise

That I am faring right.

So while clouds that are left lonely

At the gates of the far West

Wait, so still, for the moon's stiller

Stealing from her nest,

I am held by a low vesper

Haunting afar the vague twilight,

Then with my soul at peace whisper

Hallowedly good-night.

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A SONG OF THE SECTS

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