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MUTINY
That blazing galleon the sun,
This dusky coracle I ride,
Both under secret orders sail,
And swim upon the selfsame tide.
This dusky coracle I ride,
Both under secret orders sail,
And swim upon the selfsame tide.
The fleet of stars, my boat of soul,
By perilous magic mountains pass,
Or lie where no horizons gleam
Fainting upon a sea of glass.
By perilous magic mountains pass,
Or lie where no horizons gleam
Fainting upon a sea of glass.
Come, break the seals and tell us now
Upon what enterprise we roam:
To storm what city of the gods,
Or—sail for the green fields of home!
Upon what enterprise we roam:
To storm what city of the gods,
Or—sail for the green fields of home!
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