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Thousands of thousands of hushed years ago, / Out on the edge of Chaos, all alone / I stood on peaks of vapor, high upthrown / Above a sea that knew nor ebb nor flow, / Nor any motion won of winds that blow, / Nor any sound of watery wail or moan, / Nor lisp of wave, nor wandering undertone / Of any tide lost in the night below.
So still it was, I mind me, as I laid / My thirsty ear against mine own faint sigh / To drink of that, I sipped it, half afraid / 'Twas but the ghost of a dead voice spilled by / The one starved star that tottered through the shade / And came tiptoeing toward me down the sky.