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       A starless night
enfolds the open harbor;
       the wind plays
its song with fir and cedar.


       Out in the fog
a whistle sounds three times;
       beyond the dock
a slow murmur draws nearer.


       Suddenly lights
give shape to a shimmering ship
       and snowflakes dissolve
into ripples of endless water.


       The night ferry comes,
and stops to take me aboard
       where I can sleep
as I journey a little farther.