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‘I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing / Upon the west, cried, "Spread the sails! Behold! / The sinking moon is like a watch-tower blazing / Over the mountains yet; -the City of Gold / Yon Cape alone does from the sight withhold; / The stream is fleet-the north breathes steadily / Beneath the stars; they tremble with the cold! / Ye cannot rest upon the dreary sea! - / Haste, haste to the warm home of happier destiny!"