A Boat Amid The Ripples, Drifting, Rocking, Two Idle People, Without Pause Or Aim; While In The Ominous West There Gathers Darkness Flushed With Flame. A Haycock In A Hayfield Backing, Lapping, Two Drowsy People Pillowed Round About; While In The Ominous West Across The Darkness Flame Leaps Out. Better A Wrecked Life Than A Life So Aimless, Better A Wrecked Life Than A Life So Soft; The Ominous West Glooms Thundering, With Its Fire Lit Aloft.
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