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Rh Or whether fogs arise and far and wide

The low sea-level drown—each finds a tongue

And all night long the tolling bell resounds:

So shine, so toll, till night be overpast,

Till the stars vanish, till the sun return,

And in the haven rides the fleet secure.

In the first hour, the seaman in his skiff

Moves through the unmoving bay, to where the town

Its earliest smoke into the air upbreathes

And the rough hazels climb along the beach.

To the tugg'd oar the distant echo speaks.

The ship lies resting, where by reef and roost

Thou and thy lights have led her like a child.

This hast thou done, and I—can I be base?

I must arise, O father, and to port

Some lost, complaining seaman pilot home.