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from THE SHIP

A ship from Valparaiso came

And in the Bay her sails were furled;

She brought the wonder of her name,

And tidings from a sunnier world.

O you must voyage far if you

Would sail away from gloom and wet,

And see beneath the Andes blue

Our white, umbrageous city set.

But I was young and would not go;

For I believed when I was young

That somehow life in time would show

All that was ever said or sung.

Over the golden pools of sleep

She went long since with gilded spars;

Into the night-empurpled deep,

And traced her legend on the stars.

But she will come for me once more,

And I shall see the city set,

The mountainous, Pacific shore --

By God, I half believe it yet!


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