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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Ships that Pass in the Night
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Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;  
    I look far out into the pregnant night,
   Where I can hear the solemn booming gun
    And catch the gleaming of a random light,
   That tells me that the ship I seek
 is passing, passing.
   My tearful eyes my soul`s deep hurt are glassing;
    For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
   I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
    My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
  And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
  O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,
   O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
  Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
   That I may sight and check that speeding bark
  Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
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