Ego perched
On a sea rock
Just as a mermaid-siren
But in dawn
But in dawn
You
Must have woke the night
And looked at the night stars
Seep through the veils of beauty
That nights yields.
You
Feasted your eyes on
Twinkling of the stars
The love-sickness of the moon
The rising veils of mists
From the sharp sea-waters
And
Then
The slow but sure rising
Of voices
At first slow and low
Then louder and more
Of a hubbub
Ghosts and shrouds and
Shadows of wise night
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