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Shakespeare
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Shakespeare
If many a daring spirit must discover
The chartless world, why should they glory lack?
Because athwart the skyline they sank over,
Few, few, the shipmen be that have come back.
The chartless world, why should they glory lack?
Because athwart the skyline they sank over,
Few, few, the shipmen be that have come back.
Yet one, wrecked oft, hath by a giddy cord
The rugged head of Destiny regain'd—
Who from the maelstrom's lap hath swum aboard—
Who from the polar sleep himself unchain'd.
The rugged head of Destiny regain'd—
Who from the maelstrom's lap hath swum aboard—
Who from the polar sleep himself unchain'd.
And he, acquainted well with every tone
Of madness whining in his shroudage slender,
From storm and mutiny emerged alone,
Self-righted from the dreadful self-surrender:
Of madness whining in his shroudage slender,
From storm and mutiny emerged alone,
Self-righted from the dreadful self-surrender:
Rich from the isles where sojourn long is death,
Won back to cool Thames and Elizabeth,
Sea-weary, yes, but human still, and whole—
A circumnavigator of the soul.
Won back to cool Thames and Elizabeth,
Sea-weary, yes, but human still, and whole—
A circumnavigator of the soul.
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