Miles above the rest
Nitetime down at Beaufort town
beside a silent sea
Windless ship came sailing in
and gliding up to me
Pilot called, "Oh, step aboard
and leave this empty strand
sail aboard across the sea
to far and distant land
silent crossing waveless main
to where the shadows band."
"Not tonite," I echoed back,
"I've work that yet remains,
child to rear and wife to tend
and smiles before they weep."
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