The Coming of the Ship

-from The Prophet
by Kahlil Gibran

Yet I cannot tarry longer.

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The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.

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For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.

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Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?

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A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.

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And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.