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The Rider on the Shore
As on the Iberian shore wanders some priest of Atlantis,
Son of a vanished race, seek I my own land here.
Son of a vanished race, seek I my own land here.
Ranging to and fro, ranging between the cliffs and the surges,
Carry me whither thou wilt, my galloping beast! But no,
Carry me whither thou wilt, my galloping beast! But no,
Rocks are at either end, no gate, no gate to the landward;
Gates to the seaward have sunken, what thousands of years ago!
Gates to the seaward have sunken, what thousands of years ago!
Where, O horse, shall we find the love and the lands that sink not?
How bear this lamp and spear to the foot of the wingèd sun?
How bear this lamp and spear to the foot of the wingèd sun?
“Ride we, master, the reinless foams of the travelling wave!
Ride thou the fierce gulfs and torn streams of the sea!
Ride thou the fierce gulfs and torn streams of the sea!
“And as a veil over Earth shall be drawn her absolving waters,
By the passage of thy hooves shall the new lands be reborn!”
By the passage of thy hooves shall the new lands be reborn!”
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