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Because my fathers did, I seek my bed / While winter night over my dreaming head / Opens its gorgeous book of trees and stars / Upon a world that sleeps. The Eastern bars / Are crossed by ships, all constellation shaped, / That sail the winter hills where snowy trees are draped. / So I, whose muscles and whose blood are bound / To this faint-hearted scheme of life, do pray / Those that come after me, that they shall found / Some life that does not sever night and day; / So when God's fleet sweeps up the midnight skies, / His starry ships will hail unsleeping eyes.