Drifting so far, and for a day
What beams its beacon's
Setting light out past
Aldabaran's red light they'd see;
And fiery gas clouds
Atop its boat's mast!
Tail end of gull-swept o'er views
Shore to sea, to have
Been carried off on!
When homeward, venus-led, dips
His own skyline 'neath:
Sleep's intoxication!
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