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Upon this island star of space

I hear the thundrous billows break;

Strange scenes arise before my face;

I start and stare—alive, awake.

Far seaward glints a parting sail;—

'Twas mine, 'twas mine, but how and when

I cannot tell, for memories fail

Of spirit things in lands of men.

Was I the captain of the barque

Whose crew rebelled and left me here?

O silence, answer; tell, O Dark,

Was I myself the mutineer?"

Rh