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I see the galleons even now raise anchor after anchor; the stars flash by them; they slip out of the night; their prows go gleaming into the twilight of memory, and night soon lies far off, a black cloud hanging low, and faintly spangled with stars, like the harbour and shore of some low lying land seen afar with its harbour lights." I SEE THE GALLEONS EVEN NOW RAISE ANCHOR AFTER ANCHOR THE STARS FLASH BY THEM THEY SLIP OUT OF THE NIGHT THEIR PROWS GO GLEAMING INTO THE TWILIGHT OF MEMORY AND NIGHT SOON LIES FAR OFF A BLACK CLOUD HANGING LOW AND FAINTLY SPANGLED WITH STARS LIKE THE HARBOUR ANDORE OF SOME LOW LYING LAND SEEN AFAR WITH ITS HARBOUR LIGHTS
ow dead with his wife a thousand years. "I cannot sleep for that abominable song," the body cried to the soul. "Then do as you are commanded," the soul replied. And wearily the body took a pen again. Then the soul spoke merrily as he looked through the window. "There is a mountain lifting sheer above London, part crystal and part myst. Thither the dreamers go when the sound of the traffic has fallen. At first they scarcely dream because of the roar of it, but before midnight it stops, and turns, and ebbs with all its wrecks. Then the dreamers arise and scale the shimmering mountain, and at its summit find the galleons of dream. Thence some sail East, some West, some into the Past and some into the Future, for the galleons sail over the years as well as over the spaces, but mostly they head for the Past and the olden harbours, for thither the sighs of men are mostly turned, and the dream-ships go before them, as the merchantmen before the continual trade-winds go down the African coast. S HE PASSED THE GATE AND WAS NOW DEAD WITH HIS WIFE A THOUSAND YEARS I CANNOT SLEEP FOR THAT ABOMINABLE SONG THE BODY CRIED TO THE SOUL THEN DO AS YOU ARE COMMANDED THE SOUL REPLIED AND WEARILY THE BODY TOOK A PEN AGAIN THEN THE SOUL SPOKE MERRILY AS HE LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW THERE IS A MOUNTAIN LIFTING SHEER ABOVE LONDON PART CRYSTAL AND PART MIST THITHER THE DREAMERS GO WHEN THE SOUND OF THE TRAFFIC HAS FALLEN AT FIRST THEY SCARCELY DREAM BECAUSE OF THE ROAR OF IT BUT BEFORE MIDNIGHT IT STOPS AND TURNS AND EBBS WITH ALL ITS WRECKS THEN THE DREAMERS ARISE AND SCALE THE SHIMMERING MOUNTAIN AND AT ITS SUMMIT FIND THE GALLEONS OF DREAM THENCE SOME SAIL EAST SOME WEST SOME INTO THE PAST AND SOME INTO THE FUTURE FOR THE GALLEONS SAIL OVER THE YEARS AS WELL AS OVER THE SPACES BUT MOSTLY THEY HEAD FOR THE PAST AND THE OLD IN HARBORS FOR THITHER THE SIZE OF MEN ARE MOSTLY TURNED AND THE DREAM SHIPS GO BEFORE THEM AS THE MERCHANTMEN BEFORE THE CONTINUAL TRADE WINDS GO DOWN THE AFRICAN COAST
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