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oic makes who duty know: They execute the trump's command, Or in peremptory places wait and stand. Yet cast about in blind amaze-- As through their watery shroud they peer: "We tacked from land: then how betrayed? Have currents swerved us--snared us here?" None heed the blades that clash in place Under lamps dashed down that lit the magnet's case. Ah, what may live, who mighty swim, Or boat-crew reach that shore forbid, Or cable span? Must victors drown-- Perish, even as the vanquished did? Man keeps from man the stifled moan; They shouldering stand, yet each in heart how lone. Some heaven invoke; but rings of reefs Prayer and despair alike deride In dance of breakers forked or peaked, Pale maniacs of the maddened tide; While, strenuous yet some end to earn, The haglets spin, though now no more astern. Like shuttles hurrying in the looms Aloft through rigging frayed they ply-- Cross and recross--weave and inweave, Then lock the web with clinching cry Over the seas on seas that clasp The weltering wreck where gurgling ends the gasp. Ah, for the Plate-Fleet trophy now, The victor's voucher, flags and arms; Never they'll hang in Abbey old And take Time's dust with holier palms; Nor less content, in liquid night, Their captor sleeps--the Admiral of the White. Imbedded deep with shells And drifted treasure deep, Forever he sinks deeper in Unfathomable sleep-- His cannon round him thrown, His sailors at his feet, The wizard sea enchanting them Where never haglets beat. On nights when meteors play And light the breakers dance, The Oreads from the caves With silvery elves advance; And up from ocean stream, And down from heaven far, The rays that blend in dream The abysm and the star. THE AEOLIAN HARP _At The Surf Inn_ List the harp in window wailing Stirred by fitful gales from sea: Shrieking up in mad crescendo-- Dying down in plaintive key! Listen: less a strain ideal Than Ariel's rendering of the Real. What that Real is, let hint A picture stamped in memory's mint. Braced well up, with beams aslant, Betwixt the continents sails the _Phocion,_ For Baltimore bound from Alicant. Blue breezy skies white fleeces fleck Over the chill blue white-capped ocean: From yard-arm comes--"Wreck ho, a wreck!" Dismasted and adrift, Longtime a thing forsaken; Overwashed by every wave
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