When the Astronomer stops seeking
When the Astronomer stops seeking
For his Pleiad’s Face
When the lone British Lady
Forsakes the Arctic Race
When to his Covenant Needle
The Sailor doubting turns
It will be amply early
To ask what treason means.
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