MANY GODS

[Pg 3]

[Pg 3]

"ALL'S WELL"

I

The illimitable leaping of the sea,

The mouthing of his madness to the moon,

The seething of his endless sorcery,

His prophecy no power can attune,

Swept over me as, on the sounding prow

Of a great ship that steered into the stars,

I stood and felt the awe upon my brow

Of death and destiny and all that mars.

II

The wind that blew from Cassiopeia cast

Wanly upon my ear a rune that rung;

The sailor in his eyrie on the mast

Sang an "All's well," that to the spirit clung

[Pg 4]

Like a lost voice from some aërial realm

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