An ocean's phantoms surge
Bellicose in my mind
A sort of dreamy dirge
By all the lurking things that crawl
Behind the light
Verily i would purge
Myself of these unkind
Accompanists who merge
With fathoms in the crystal ball
To bind the light
But i must still indulge
Or else my shores are blind
And hurl me only bilge
And leave me as a wizard thrall
Maligned by light
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" 'Are we talking of actual evil?' said Ninian, as if he had not heard. 'Or of natural effort for our own welfare?'
'Oh, that is almost too evil to speak about,' said Hugo. 'Some subjects should be forbidden.' "
—@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
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