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Grey liegeman of sundown and dawn, who chides

With a lone song the ocean-murmuring trees,

I haste with thee at dusk to stalk the seas

Where feed the finny flocks of shepherding tides.

O wild the pulses beat as round us glides

The tidal spirit, like a midnight breeze,

Burdened with moan of life-and-death decrees,—

The deep night's tide-line pacing with our strides!

More weird than winkings of the ruddy Mars

These flitting gleams and breaths of hell and heaven,

Searching the shadowy folds 'twixt peace and dread!—

Nor dreamed I such solemnities did leaven

Life's daily meal and league its dole of bread

With unseen forces vaster than the stars'.