Something like
laughter, or, as it were, the clapper of a scarer of birds, echoed
among the rocks at the rattling of the rowlocks. As if invisible hands
withdrew it from me, the island floated back.
I turned my prow towards the last splendour of the sun. A chill breeze
played over the sea: a shadow crossed my eyes.
Buoyant was my boat; how light her cargo!--an oozing honeycomb, ashy
fruits, a few branches of drooping leaves, closing flowers; and
solitary on the thwart the wraith of life's unquiet dream.
So fell night once more, and made all dim. And only the cold light of
the firmament lit thoughts in me restless as the sea on which I
tossed, whose moon was dark, yet walked in heaven beneath the distant
stars.
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