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I. Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores, / Within a world of moon and mist, where dusk and daylight wed, / I see a phantom galley and its hull is banked with oars, / With ghostly oars that move to song, a song of dreams long dead:
"Oh, we are sick of rowing here! / With toil our arms are numb; / With smiting year on weary year / Salt-furrows of the foam: / Our journey's end is never near, / And will no nearer come -- / Beyond our reach the shores appear / Of far Elysium."