“…They move in dark, old places of the world:
Like mariners , once healthy and clear-eyed,
Who, when their ship was holed, could not admit
Ruin and the necessity of flight,
But those instead to ride their cherished wreck
Down into darkness; there not quite to drown,
But ever on continue playing sails
Against the midnight currents of the depths,
Moving from pit to pit to lightless crag
In hopeless search for some to ascent to shore;
And who, in their decayed, slow voyaging
Do presently lose all desire for light
And air and living company-from here
Their search is only for the deepest groves
Those farthest from the night-forgotten sun...”
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