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Lone Mountain
by [?]


(CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO)

This is that hill of awe
That Persian Sindbad saw,–
The mount magnetic;
And on its seaward face,
Scattered along its base,
The wrecks prophetic.

Here come the argosies
Blown by each idle breeze,
To and fro shifting;
Yet to the hill of Fate
All drawing, soon or late,–
Day by day drifting;

Drifting forever here
Barks that for many a year
Braved wind and weather;
Shallops but yesterday
Launched on yon shining bay,–
Drawn all together.

This is the end of all:
Sun thyself by the wall,
O poorer Hindbad!
Envy not Sindbad’s fame:
Here come alike the same
Hindbad and Sindbad.