Poem by Sara Teasdale

At Sea

  In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
   On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
  Wild night around me, wild water under me,
   Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling.

  Earth is hostile and the sea hostile,
   Why do I look for a place to rest?
  I must fight always and die fighting
   With fear an unhealing wound in my breast.

1. Snowfall
2. The Sanctuary
3. Dust
4. Chance
5. Summer Storm

Aleister Crowley At Sea ("As night hath stars, more rare than ships")

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