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A VOYAGE TO THE FORTUNATE ISLES.
That might be but Illusion caught
  In the fine net of Thought.

As ghosts, led by a ghostly sleep—
Followed by Life, a breathless dream—
Out in eternal dusk, that keep
Their way somewhere, these Two did seem,
Till the sea-moon climbed to her place
  And looked in each still face.

"The worm," she waking said, "must long
To put on beauty and to fly,
But"—coming toward them sad and strong,
There was a little double cry.
"What hurts the children? They should rest,
  In such a floating nest."

"Oh, Mother, look—we all are gone.
Our house is swimming in the sea.
It will not stop. It keeps right on.
How far away we all must be!
The wind has blown it from the cliff.
  It rocks us like a skiff.

"We all will drown but Baby. He
Is in his pretty grave so far.