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SIXTH SONG
IN THE MIST OF THE NORTHERN OCEAN
Dearu’s coast is it that now looms before us?
Ne’er have I met with a darkness like this.
Night sinks upon us as though never to rise again,
For weeks in a circle we sail.
The roar of breakers against the cliffs
Wildly dashing we hear through the mist.
By the currents driven among ice-bound islands,
Fly we, but know not whither.
There are times when we who are sailing together
Lose sight of each other, nothing hearing
Save the roar of the death-dealing reefs that below
us lie lurking,
Or perchance a blowing whale.
Ne’er see we men, or sails, or house-roofs,
About the wild mountains sea-fowl screaming,
Monsters of the sea around on the drifting ice-pack,
All in a dim gray light.
Lights in the heaven like ranks of spears,
Seen when the fog clears away,—they tremble,
Flashing and flaming, they streak the sky, and they
dart,
Then gather into a sheaf.
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