The Unvanquished

My heart's companion, let
Us two forget,
And so make vain, all rude
Vicissitude,
And Time's betrayals, and countermine theMyet!

Ah, Fortune's ebb we know,
More than her flow;
But not soon conquered, we
Hazard her sea,
And with much laughter through the gales we go.
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