<h3> <SPAN name="dutchman"></SPAN> The Flying Dutchman<br/> </h3>
<p>Unyielding in the pride of his defiance,<br/>
Afloat with none to serve or to command,<br/>
Lord of himself at last, and all by Science,<br/>
He seeks the Vanished Land.<br/></p>
<p>Alone, by the one light of his one thought,<br/>
He steers to find the shore from which we came, —<br/>
Fearless of in what coil he may be caught<br/>
On seas that have no name.<br/></p>
<p>Into the night he sails; and after night<br/>
There is a dawning, though there be no sun;<br/>
Wherefore, with nothing but himself in sight,<br/>
Unsighted, he sails on.<br/></p>
<p>At last there is a lifting of the cloud<br/>
Between the flood before him and the sky;<br/>
And then — though he may curse the Power aloud<br/>
That has no power to die —<br/></p>
<p>He steers himself away from what is haunted<br/>
By the old ghost of what has been before, —<br/>
Abandoning, as always, and undaunted,<br/>
One fog-walled island more.<br/></p>
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