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Rh ''Oh, I would wish the wide world over, ''In ports of passion and unrest, ''To drink and drain, a tarry rover ''With dragons tattooed on my chest. ''With haunted eyes that hold red glories ''Of foaming seas and crashing shores, ''With lips that tell the strangest stories ''Of sunken ships and gold moidores;

''Till sick of storm and strife and slaughter, ''Some ghostly night when hides the moon, ''I slip into the milk-warm water ''And softly swim the stale lagoon. ''Then through some jungle python-haunted, ''Or plumed morass, or woodland wild, ''I win my way with heart undaunted, ''And all the wonder of a child.

''The pathless plains shall swoon around me, ''The forests frown, the floods appall; ''The mountains tiptoe to confound me, ''The rivers roar to speed my fall. ''Wild dooms shall daunt, and dawns be gory, ''And Death shall sit beside my knee; ''Till after terror, torment, glory, ''I win again the sea, the sea.…

Oh, anguish sweet! Oh, triumph splendid! Oh, dreams adieu! my pipe is dead. My glass is dry, my Hour is ended,