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22 We will blame it on the deep (for the watch must have their sleep),

And Love can come and wake us when 'tis past.

Oh launch them down with music from the beach,

Oh warp them out with garlands from the quays—

Most resolute—a damsel unto each—

New prows that seek the old Hesperides!

(Foul weather!)

Though we know the voyage is vain, yet we see our path again

In the saffroned bridesails scenting all the seas!

(Foul weather!)