Rose the sad moon; the waves 'gan moan:

There on the deep no kindly coast,—

The dark alone.

And in two faces stared, and stared

The being without blood or breath,

The stilly spectre, horror-haired,

That haunteth all he murdereth;

At noon, at midnight stared, and stared

When sunrise flashed, when sunset flared,

The grizzly phantom horror-haired:—

Stalking frail beauty to her grave

I saw him moving evermore

A stealthy wanderer on the wave,

A shrouded shadow on the shore,

The worm his bondsman, and the brave

His victims evermore ...

The Power that drives all mortal things,

Upbuoys all being's wanderings,

Moved in the void his urgent wings ...

On down the weltering world we sped;

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