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How sick?to wait?in any place?but thine?
I knew last night?when someone tried to twine?
Thinking?perhaps?that I looked tired?or alone?
Or breaking?almost?with unspoken pain?

And I turned?ducal?
That right?was thine?
One port?suffices?for a Brig?like mine?

Ours be the tossing?wild though the sea?
Rather than a Mooring?unshared by thee.
Ours be the Cargo?unladed?here?
Rather than the "spicy isles?"
And thou?not there?