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Nocturnes: Talk Of the Comfortless Abandoned
To chart this distant, dead world, not wreck
upon it, even with you, Beloved;
whose several, tear-filled, terrified eyes
reflect the changeless, dull gray skies---
as harsh and indifferent as granite: our
sepulcher and the ship's last berth,
once called by these fossilized skeletons . . . earth.
