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A light, a light, in the dead of night,That lifts and sinks in the waves!What folk are they who have kindled its ray,—Men or the ghouls of graves?O new, new fear! near, near and near,And you bear us weal or woe!But you’re new, new, new—so a cheer for you!And onward—friend or foe!
Shall the lookout call from the foretop tall,“Land, land!” with a maddened scream,And the crew in glee from the taffrail seeWhere the island palm-trees dream?New heart, new eyes! For the morning skiesAre a-chant with their green and gold!New, new, new, new—new through and through!New, new till the dawn is old!

A MORE ANCIENT MARINER.

The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,A burly velveted rover,Who loves the booming wind in his earAs he sails the seas of clover.
A waif of the goblin pirate crew,With not a soul to deplore him,He steers for the open verge of blueWith the filmy world before him.
His flimsy sails abroad on the windAre shivered with fairy thunder;On a line that sings to the light of his wingsHe makes for the lands of wonder.

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