IV. MISCELLANEOUS LONE MOUNTAIN (CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO) |
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IV. MISCELLANEOUSLONE MOUNTAIN(CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO)
This is that hill of awe
That Persian Sindbad saw,--
The mount magnetic;
And on its seaward face,
Scattered along its base,
The wrecks prophetic. Here come the argosies
Blown by each idle breeze,
To and fro shifting;
Yet to the hill of Fate
All drawing, soon or late,--
Day by day drifting; Drifting forever here
Barks that for many a year
Braved wind and weather;
Shallops but yesterday
Launched on yon shining bay,--
Drawn all together. This is the end of all:
Sun thyself by the wall,
O poorer Hindbad!
Envy not Sindbad`s fame:
Here come alike the same
Hindbad and Sindbad.
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