(A Presentiment: two lost Wint souls alone converse,
so mind the grown gap——Longshoreman’s Fall hearse.)
"The last boat draws near, allow us depart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
"So Time has pierced now, as a bull's-eye dart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
I. On Nocturnal Sea
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it...
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