THE SONG OF A SEA-FARER
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Many are on the sea to-day With all sails set. The tide rolls in a restive gray, The wind blows wet. The gull is weary of his wings, And I am weary of all things. Heavy upon me longing lies, My sad eyes gaze Across sad leagues that sink and rise And sink always. My life has sunk and risen so, I'd have it cease awhile to flow.