My great name is Athene Noctua and keep
Through the long interminable night the sense
Of the nocturnal and the infinite;
Hid from the mortal eye in the dark and deep
Hole of the banyan I live, and know whence
Comes wisdom, streams the inexhaustible light!

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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.



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