How we came in the hour of dawn
To a land where silence covered the sea,
To a harbour of virginal mystery
And a little pier forlorn?
For the people fled away
When they saw my terrible ship,
Livid, phantom-like and grey,
Led by Algol, at break of day,
Into that harbour slip!
But one fled not. One stood
On the edge of the little pier,
A boy — a boy in his solitude!
A girl — a girl in her fear!
No boy — no girl; a god, a god!
And I hoisted the sails of my ship;
And Cruelty, with Love on board,
— Your finger on your lip!
Went sailing, sailing over the sea
Till the sun grew like the moon;
Till the moon — oh, mother of mystery!
Till the moon grew like the sun.
And Algol, the Demon's Eye, looked down
Upon that curious ship;
Algol, the Eye of the Demon, shone —
Your finger on your lip!
But Love and I played a deeper game
Than any Demons know,
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