. At early candle light and other poems. THE UNKNOWN ACK swings on the mast; his heart neerquakesWhen Kuroclydon tumbles the sea, andtakesHis ship, like a harp, in his hands, and wakes From every rope a has weathered a hundred storms before;And his faith will weather a hundred more,But the roaring stress of a street ashoreMakes him cower and quail. Dick plays his part in the marts mad calm in the din of its deafening crushAs a fawn at dawn, in the purple hush Of the palms of dreads the deep, where the wild waves combTheir crests on the breasts of gulls that roamThro
. At early candle light and other poems. THE UNKNOWN ACK swings on the mast; his heart neerquakesWhen Kuroclydon tumbles the sea, andtakesHis ship, like a harp, in his hands, and wakes From every rope a has weathered a hundred storms before;And his faith will weather a hundred more,But the roaring stress of a street ashoreMakes him cower and quail. Dick plays his part in the marts mad calm in the din of its deafening crushAs a fawn at dawn, in the purple hush Of the palms of dreads the deep, where the wild waves combTheir crests on the breasts of gulls that roamThro the spray, as gray as the flying foam That flecks the lurid skies. Each wonders at each, for both can bideThe known, but fear what they have not tried,147 148 THE UNKNOWN So man doth shrink from the echoless tide Where waits the boatman pale;Kindly Death doth smile at his freight afraid,And strips the mist with his oars swift bladeFrom the strand where the band, in white , Welcome, and all hail!. ON CHRISTMAS EVE
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