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Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Pilot
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From the Past and Unavailing  
Out of cloudland we are steering:  
After groping, after fearing,  
Into starlight we come trailing,  
And we find the stars are true.
Still, O comrade, what of you?  
You are gone, but we are sailing,  
And the old ways are all new.  
  
For the Lost and Unreturning  
We have drifted, we have waited;
Uncommanded and unrated,  
We have tossed and wandered, yearning  
For a charm that comes no more  
From the old lights by the shore:  
We have shamed ourselves in learning
What you knew so long before.  
  
For the Breed of the Far-going  
Who are strangers, and all brothers,  
May forget no more than others  
Who looked seaward with eyes flowing.
But are brothers to bewail  
One who fought so foul a gale?  
You have won beyond our knowing,  
You are gone, but yet we sail.
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