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But evermore, reposeless voyager
Drifting in tempest, floating in the calm,
Oars with untiring flight the deep of heav'n,
You'll wander the wide world thro', preferring still
To calm of Summertide the Winter's storm,
Leaning to hear, in Autumn, by the sea
The myriad voices of the deep's despair,
Lamenting some irreparable wrong,
Some incommunicable agony,
Or listen thro' the sunny Autumn noon
To sky and ocean's speechful silences.
Still leaving the order'd hearth, the guarded flame,
To follow a glimmering lure of wandering lights,
The faltering fires of some failing star,
You'll know the insistent summons of the dusk,
The unquiet prompting of the wooing woods,
That stirs the ageless sylvan in his sleep,
That calls the slumb'ring woodman to wake.