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 When a year was gone and a year was come, O loud and loud cried they— 'For the lee-lang year thou hast held us dumb Take now thy gifts away!'

O loud and lang they cried on him, And sair and sair they prayed: 'Is the face of thy grace as the night's face grim For those thy wrath has made?'

A cry more bitter than tears of men From the rim of the dim grey sea;— 'Give me my living soul again, The soul thou gavest me, The doom and the dole of kindly men, To bide my weird and be!'