These words once I knew so soft,
As truth as known what could never beat,
The hand that takes my heart to sea,
Along the resting shore an hour resides,
Along the darkening glee no words replace,
That of every drop of night came flooding
The tears bestowed this sea flows above.
Moon, more my walks ‘neath its gaze leap,
More the waves to sign mine eyes at rest,
Who could not bear a sight so high this late
With drooping lids so shelter our holy rain.
This art I try but no gain I am but spent,
Withstood the words that long I wrote
Became the shadow of the words I ought be,
Then for each line a wave will wash away,
Ere no escape reels me from light to scorn,
Before I give my dues back for better born.

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