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With anchors weighed

We plot a course

Far from unlit windows

And dust-wreathed hearths

Fistfuls of earth stowed below in blessed casks

Nautilus torch afore to quell the deep’s wrath

Roots reclaim the thresholds of those who have gone

Beyond all breakers—looking on



Row

Row

‘Til the oar cracks,

bend your backs and row

Day’s golden torc

Night’s silver ring

Our van an iron prow

On silken wings



Our ravens fly up into the sun from the mast

We’re onto the fell road, the dread path, at last

Fates, watch us well, that our lives we may keep

Where dragons dwell and pale serpents sleep

Row, row, row

‘Til we’re pulled below



Horizons before us the prize to be won

And as for dragons—

Let them come