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 How we came in the hour of dawn To a land where silence covered the sea, To a harbour of virginal mystery And a little pier forlorn?

For the people fled away When they saw my terrible ship, Livid, phantom-like and grey, Led by Algol, at break of day, Into that harbour slip!

But one fled not. One stood On the edge of the little pier, A boy — a boy in his solitude! A girl — a girl in her fear!

No boy — no girl; a god, a god! And I hoisted the sails of my ship; And Cruelty, with Love on board, — Your finger on your lip! Went sailing, sailing over the sea Till the sun grew like the moon; Till the moon — oh, mother of mystery! Till the moon grew like the sun.

And Algol, the Demon's Eye, looked down Upon that curious ship; Algol, the Eye of the Demon, shone — Your finger on your lip! But Love and I played a deeper game Than any Demons know,