[BNP/E3, 16A – 34-35]

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14-8-10.

Like to a ship that storms urge on its course,

My[1] soul is formed of its doubts afraid.

The very things that make my[2] voyage worse

Do make it better, and[3] peril is its aid.

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{…}

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And, as the storm drives from the storm, my[4] heart

Within the peril disimperilled grows;

|And what danger there be, give we to art

The complete timing of its joy from throes.|

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We are born at sunset and we die at[5] morn

And the |starred|[6] darkness of the world we know – 

How can we guess its truth, to darkness born,

The obscure circumference of absent gloom?

A port is[7] near when we from port depart[8] —

The port whereto our {…} direction goes.               to 3

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14-8-10.

And let the tempest |crown| them with their form

Myself turn static and |thy will I am[9]| home.

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Be not as the light read that the mind takes

And makes not, for it bends, weak for unfolding

Nor as the Stratford oak that hardly breaks

Because it bends not, impotent in bending.

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But as the based sunk round whirl.

Our recreant and |surrounding| the {…} as distance[10] 

Of outer things aid[11],strength, whim, weakness saves,

Storms in a unity of fixed resistance.

Make not one loud out. Be a silent thing

A waking thought before the universe

Of thine own soul |indubitable| king,

Thy will’s was home,

Thy {…} beam, the failed forth of |contend|[12]

     And let the tempests {…} roll

     Around the assimled calmness of thy soul.

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†

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3.

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2. Only the stars do teach us light, we grasp

Their scattered littleness[13] with thoughts that stray,

And strive to join them into our thinking’s clasp[14]

The idea of light into some thought[15] of a day

These ray of light, to[16] our dreamed thought[17] of day

These shreds of light to some |mute| rag of day

3. Vague thoughts of sunset call[18] vague thoughts of dawn

And the pale presence of something’s not night

Cheat us to think the greatest[19] not the one

To know the soul as not of[20] night, but light.

|And as but memory {…} doth pray 

For a returning of the long last day, day’s firmed thought 

And though our thoughts reach not the thought

Yet they guess light because the light is not. 

If we keep[21] knowledge unto profit, this

Alone we know when the storm's height doth |drive| —

That the black presence of its roar’s sound

Is the dark promise of sure far near |blue| skies.

|Know we but how to have the pilot’s skill,

And the storm's verv might shall |mate| our will.|[22]

To {…}, and form but pinning |*sense| of day

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We are the grave of our each day’s dead self,

And as the {…} they accumulate,

Like earth in the recent rotting leaves at pelf 

In {…} foul {…} wright.

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The buried presence of our several past

Is what ages; if lightly dead and emptily 

Our † selves, in begotten past[23] 

Unto that point where change |final|[24] be.

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Then when the burial ground is filled, no more

Are buried. All is towards pureness. And slow

Rot becomes flowers and grass, sure the graves e’er

† nature’s

Only the quiet grass and flowers doth have.

Shall we thus not succeed ourselves on rest[25]

In[26] some beautiful form of otherness?

 
[1] My /Our\
[2] my /the\
[3] and /its\
[4] my /our\
[5] at /ere\
[6] |starred| /wide\
[7] is /grows\
[8] depart /more part\
[9] am /know\
[10] as distance / winds and waves\
[11] aid /that aiding\
[12] |contend| /othernesses\
[13] littleness /smallnesses\
[14] And strive to join them into our thinking’s clasp /vaguely gather /pull\ in /make them in\our thought’s foiled\
[15] idea /hint\/clue\ of light into some thought /vague /formless\ thought\
[16] to /in\ /towards\
[17] thought /woke\
[18] Vague thoughts /Memories\ of sunset call /wake\/wreak\
[19] greatest/r\
[20] soul /truth\/cause\/reality\/essence\ as not of /in\
[21] keep /reap\
[22] |Know we but how to have /Train /Work\ we our souls them to have\ the pilot’s skill,

And the storm's verv might shall |mate| our will. /And we shall ride the storm past it’s the storm’s and ill\|
[23] Our † /And †\ selves, in begotten /on life is\ past
[24] |final|/damagèd\
[25] on rest /oh rest!\
[26] In /With\