The Ship was Death

I SAW a great ship moving in the gloom
That grew upon the slowly darkening air;
Black were its sails (but blacker, my despair),
The night before the dawn of the world's doom
When up the east the widening furnace-flare
Of the Last Day shall redden, unaware
Taking mankind, will not more dreadful loom.â?¦
And, white, in that far hush before the storm
Steering the ship that drank the wind's great breath,
I saw a skeletonâ?¦I knew the form:
Death, and the ship was Death, the port was Death!
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