IoläusThe man that was a ghost
Down crashing waves with haunting cry

Scream like a tortured child;

A blind thing staggering in the night

Strained, groaning, 'gainst a pervious power

That flashed and eddied, wild and white,

That wheeled and wailed from hour to hour;

And, somewhere, strangely burned to sight

Dawn like a doom a-flower ...

On ever onward, darkly driven,

A soul, unsheltered, and unshriven,

With lodestar gone, with raiment riven,

Drove in the gale of the wrath of Heaven ...

The monsoon blew; the changing stars

Rode by in deeper skies.

At times between the raking spars

I felt the blank moon rise;

Or heard the chanties of the tars

With a sad, sick surprise.

And once a heaven, the sapphire's hue,

Flashed o'er the freshening wave;


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