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Night is above me,

And Night is above the night.

The sea is beside me soughing, or is still.

The earth as a somnambulist moves on

In a strange sleep …

A sea-bird cries.

And the cry wakes in me

Dim, dead sea-folk, my sires —

Who more than myself are me.

Who sat on their beach long nights ago and saw

The sea in its silence;

And cursed it or implored:

Or with the Cross defied;

Then on the morrow in their boats went down.

Night is above me …

And Night is above the night.

Rocks are about me, and, beyond, the sand …

And the low reluctant tide,

That rushes back to ebb a last farewell

To the flotsam borne so long upon its breast.

Rocks… But the tide is out,

And the slime lies naked, like a thing ashamed

That has no hiding-place.

And the sea-bird hushes —

The bird and all far cries within my blood —

And earth as a somnambulist moves on.