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Beaaty seems an empty shell — oui NA'orn. Grcat longing of my sea, break forth. be uncontamed I . Count no£ your shipwrecks — eveiy spar oïiiy save. So I, not crueiiy, not irxjpetuousJy, But with keen. shrevvd re'^lve — rise up. Why do 1 iise on ^irrud stealthy feet ? In the dark to take ieave of the dark, To kiss theeyes of nigiitTarewell And t'Jiîî love's vvithered face full on the daA/n. F^ay the dawn learn throagh me, Not tint and play >A'ith empty shadows hère, But raise t he arch of triu moh of its day. "sound QS o^^^^kLon flame. pasr a burning .38
