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Awhile he holds some false way, undebarr’dBy thwarting signs, and bravesThe freshening wind and blackening waves.And then the tempest strikes him; and betweenThe lightning bursts is seenOnly a driving wreck,And the pale Master on his spar-strewn deckWith anguish’d face and flying hairGrasping the rudder hard,Still bent to make some port he knows not where,Still standing for some false, impossible shore.

Matthew Arnold, ‘A Summer Night’