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To The Master Of TheMeteor

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Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,     Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep--     Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep     Over monstrous waves that curl and comb;     Of thee we think when here from brink     We blow the mead in bubbling foam.     Of thee we think, in a ring we link;     To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink,     And the Meteor rolling home.

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