With emerald overflowing, waste on waste

Of flashing susurration, dashed and swirled

O'er isles and continents that shrink abased!

Nay, frustrate Hope art thou, of the Unknown,

Gathered from primal mist and firmament;

A surging shape of Life's unfathomed moan,

Whelming humanity with fears unmeant.

Yet do I love thee, O, above all fear,

And loving thee unconquerably trust

The runes that from thy ageless surfing start

Would read, were they revealed, gust upon gust,

That Immortality is might of heart!

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THE DAY-MOON

So wan, so unavailing,

Across the vacant day-blue dimly trailing!

Last night, sphered in thy shining,

A Circe—mystic destinies divining;

To-day but as a feather

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