"And strange unearthly creatures
Make marvel of her hull,
Where far below the gulfs of storm
There is eternal lull.
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
This midnight I am here,
Because one night of all my life
At yule tide of the year,
"With the stars white in heaven,
And peace upon the sea,
With all my world in your white arms
You gave yourself to me.
"For that one night, my Yanna,
Within the dying year,
Was it not well to love, and now
Can it be well to fear?"
"O Garvin, there is heartache
In tales that are half told;
But ah, thy cheek is pale to-night,
And thy poor hands are cold!
"Tell me the course, the voyage,
The ports, and the new stars;
Did the long rollers make green surf
On the white reefs and bars?"
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Though easily I found
The set of those uncharted tides
In seas no line could sound,
"And made without a pilot
The port without a light,
No log keeps tally of the knots
That I have sailed to-night.
"It fell about mid-April;
The Trades were holding free;
We drove her till the scuppers hissed
And buried in the lee.
* * * * *
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Loose hands and let me go!
The night grows red along the East,
And in the shifting snow
"I hear my shipmates calling,
Sent out to search for me
In the pale lands beneath the moon
Along the troubling sea.
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