Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.
To fail within a Chance —
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance’s list
Before the Perishing!
Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.
To fail within a Chance —
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance’s list
Before the Perishing!
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