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Thinkest thou that to the threshold I have made this pilgrimage?With the master of the household I have business to engage.O deny me not thy presence,For a wan, pale spark am IThat to win a moments lustre In eternal fever lie.Never more will I look backward On the road that I have traced;Tis to gain the far to-morrow That, like Time, I forward haste.Lo, loves ocean is my vessel, And loves ocean is my strand;For no other ship I hanker,Nor desire another land.Scatter now a spark, but gently, Such a spark as will not burn;I am newly fledged to needing, To the nest I would return.In the far, fond hope that, haply, Thou wilt hunt for me one day,From the spinning noose of princes Like a fawn I leapt away.And if thou wilt be so gracious, I will give these friends of mineA bright glass or two delightful Of my night-consoling wine.