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XXXIII. Harbour Whistles

Over old roofs and past decaying spiresThe harbour whistles chant all through the night;Throats from strange ports, and beaches far and white,And fabulous oceans, ranged in motley choirs.Each to the other alien and unknown,Yet all, by some obscurely focussed forceFrom brooding gulfs beyond the Zodiac's course,Fused into one mysterious cosmic drone.Through shadowy dreams they send a marching lineOf still more shadowy shapes and hints and views;Echoes from outer voids, and subtle cluesTo things which they themselves cannot define.And always in that chorus, faintly blent,We catch some notes no earth-ship ever sent.