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In Harbour.


II.

Outside of the port ye are moored in, lying
Close from the wind and at ease from the tide,
What sounds come swelling, what notes fall dying
 Outside?


They will not cease, they will not abide:
Voices of presage in darkness crying
Pass and return and relapse aside.


Ye see not, but hear ye not wild wings flying
To the future that wakes from the past that died?
Is grief still sleeping, is joy not sighing
 Outside?