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 The Empty Boats by Vachel Lindsay 
						Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze,
 Returning always near the eaves, or by the skylight glass:
 There it will wait me many weeks, and then, at last, will pass.
 Each soul is haunted by a ship in which that soul might ride
 And climb the glorious mysteries of Heaven's silent tide
 In voyages that change the very metes and bounds of Fate —
 O empty boats, we all refuse, that by our windows wait!
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