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Forth, to the alien gravity, |
Forth, to the laws of ocean, we,
Builders on earth by laws of land,
Entrust this creature of our hand
Upon the calculated sea.
Fast bound to shore we cling, we creep, |
And make our ship ready to leap
Light to the flood, equipped to ride
The strange conditions of the tide
New weight, new force, new world: the Deep.
Ah thusnot thusthe Dying, kissed, |
Cherished, exhorted, shriven, dismissed;
By all the eager means we hold
We, warm, prepare him for the cold,
To keep the incalculable tryst.
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