Baydary
Give wings unto the storm, and spurs to steed, I'd move unchained as wind across the world, Sweep onward like a torrent mountain-hurled, Nor sea, nor height, nor valley pause to heed. The twilight spreads a dimness o'er our speed, And shows the diamond-stars from hoofs up-whirled, Since daylight now her curtained blue has juried, And mystery and magic shadows breed. The earth sleeps, but not I--not I--not I-- Who hasten to the shore where waves are loud And toward me in the darkness whitely crowd. Beneath them I would still my soul's deep cry-- Like ships the whirlpools seize to drag to death-- I'd plunge within the silence, sans thought, breath.
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