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THE MID-DAY MOON by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: BEHOLD, WHATEVER WIND PREVAIL
Last Line: UNPILOTED, PURSUES HER WAY.

Behold, whatever wind prevail,
Slow westering a phantom sail --
The lonely soul of yesterday --
Unpiloted, pursues her way.



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