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MEDITATION
A spirit in soft slippersWalked the Gulf Stream floor.
She opened many a cabin door
Of ships a long time underseas.
She read long-rest Egyptian books
And looked upon skull-faces,
And read their restless looks
Shining through the shadows
Of phosphorescent streaming waves,—
Impatient for the Judgment horn
To lift them from their purple graves.
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