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The sea came knocking at my door that night.

Fear blew in the tendrils of Night.

All was calm, and dark, and the sights
Made every wayfarer bone tired,
Just to think of what conspiracies
Lay beyond her folded mysteries.

Then gales blew strong; they roared, they foamed
I stood before them all alone,
And never had men held such a breath
As that night when the sea birds met their death.

And when'er you find me wearing thin
We beat the sails on her keeling whims,
And find our peace beneath the sand
As the waves swallow the end of land.

For the child of Darkness is only Light, and

The sea is knocking at my door tonight.
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