My creed and His won’t mix.
Dying.... I know it: dying.
The sun is sunk from sight;
The stars alone are trying
To send me down some light;
The dead day-wind in the dark is sighing....
It is night....
Here ends the Buccaneer Book; written by Alden Noble, Press-mark designed by Harry Townsend, and the whole imprinted at the Green Mountain Press, Brattleboro, Vermont, in December, Nineteen Hundred and Eight, the Edition being limited to One Hundred and Fifty Copies