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adieu!
 * Bright eye of blue,

With ebbless oceans in thy hue;
 * Unloved, unblest,
 * I can not rest,

While thou art waving to the West.


 * His prayer surceased,
 * The Golden Priest

Hath chanted Masses in the East,
 * And goon will skim
 * The river’s rim,

To sing his dying vesper hymn.


 * I think—I think
 * If I could sink

Beyond this juggling orbit’s brink,
 * That I might drown
 * The Demon’s frown,

Where suns and satellites go down.