Which face it has, to scare in
Not that we can see it
Projects now, more conscious of
What our worst nightmares lit.
Encountered, never waved at;
Less person than presence.
Its symptoms, old sea-borne tale's
Chill-gripping in essence.
Dare its fogs! Acquiring that of
An explorer's glory
Riches, if not of new lands
New opportunity.
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An excellent poem.....,10+++++