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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The mast Hangs Aft</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mast hangs aft; we lower our Top-sails.<br>seeking a birth, aptly captain conns the ship<br>the vessel bears under the course, furls on trail, <br>we strike the flag, pull it down upon the cup; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The helm is 'hard a weather', we stow the hold, <br>the mizzen 's abaft, we gaze land in niep tides, <br>seaward to the land, course offing and bold.<br>ship rides a thwart, then betwixt wind and tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ebony trees. Darkened vastness, we abreast, <br>quarter winds in favor, we lay the quoil on shore.<br>A whisper rides overset, cold spell's obverse, <br>sudden of darkness fell, time dissembled yore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In mist we hear a hymn, icy cords of tensed lyre<br>numb we launch hoe, maids beseeched, beg; <br>unintelligibly, our minds freeze, at sound eerie; <br>accordment passive, and offing, fore to clegg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stare within, I shudder, a deaden bind, <br>deprived; my soul gripes, she smiles - her song, <br>my defense is veering, and I adore her grind, <br>I feel the sea's slow caress; forever I die along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q>
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seeking a birth, aptly captain conns the ship
the vessel bears under the course, furls on trail, 
we strike the flag, pull it down upon the cup; 

The helm is 'hard a weather', we stow the hold, 
the miz..."></div>
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