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On the Gulf of Night

The world's sad petrels dwell for evermore

On windy headland or on ocean floor,

Or pierce the violent skies with perilous flights

That fret men in their palaces o' nights,

Breaking enchanted slumber's easeful boat

With shudderings of their wild and dolorous note;

They blow about the black and barren skies,

They fill the night with ineffectual cries.

There is for them not anything before,

But sound of sea and sight of soundless shore, 96