Last of ebb, and daylight waning
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9.
Last of ^
of
the poured-out ebb, and daylight waning,
sScented sea‑breaths
landward
shoreward
making—
smells of sedge and salt incoming, With many a half‑caught voice sent
upfrom
by
from
the whirls and eddies,
Many a muffled confession—many a
sob and whisper'd word,As fFrom
As of
speakars far or hid.
How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
Heroes
Poets
unnamed
^and lost
designs——poets and artists greatest
of any with all their lost
designs,
—pride of
Pride of manhood—tones of the dying
Tones of the dying—
Love
unreturned—a chorus of age's
complaints—
—love
unreturn'd
tones of the
dying—
—hope's last words,
Some suicide's despair'sing
beguiling cry, Away
to the boundless waste, and never
again return. On to oblivion!then! on—quicker, quicker yet!
on—on, and do your part, ye [illegible]
shrouding
^burying
waters!
On, for your time, ye furious debouché!
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9.
2
Last of the ebb, and daylight
waning
Last of ^
smells of sedge and salt incoming, With many a half‑caught voice sent
up
sob and whisper'd word,
to the boundless waste, and never
again return. On to oblivion!
