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At the Mouth of the River

Last of the the ebb, and daylight waning,

Scented sea‑breaths landward making—smells
of the salt and sedge incoming,

While many the a half‑caught voice sound comes up from
those frantic the whirls and eddies,

Many the a muffled confession, many a the a sob
and whispering word,

As of speakers voices speakers far or hid.

How they sweep down and out! how
they mutter!

Hopes Pride of youth manhood——tones of the dying—
athe chorus of age's complaints—feverish
love,—the last, —hope's last bitter words,

Haply the The heHeroes unknown, unnamed, borne down off— —the poets
and artists unknown, yet
greater than any, known

Some suicide's despair's beguiling words, cry, and wish,
Away Away tTo the boundless waste, and to and
never again return.ing.

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So _^ Hold ye so many burnt-out lives, O ye drowning tide _^ and waning fading light !?

Such ventures, —such aspirations lost? such failures?

On ^# (On! ! on to oblivion,, # then! _^ ye ventures aspirations lost [aspirations?] On, more quickly quicker
on quicker yet yet, ye sweltering, whirling, shrouding
waters!) ebb!) waters!)

On to oblivion then! _^on quicker, quicker yet on, quicker yet, on ye sweltering shrouding watersr

_^ (On for your time ye furious debouché! On, quicker yet