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 :Quite humble have I been, and duly spake
 * My lips as you once tutored them to speak.
 * But now this empty husk from which you drained
 * Life’s darkest wine shall die in its own way,
 * And whither now it will this thing you hurt
 * Shall steal away, for all its broken wings.
 * And now, as waters sigh and whisper through
 * Some hollow-throated urn, so peace this day
 * Shall steal thro’ all my veins, as I have said.
 * So back! Stand back,—or if it must be, then
 * Locked desperately arm in arm with me
 * You shall go down, down to this crawling Deep!


 * Madness throbs thro’ her, and I fear this mood.


 * The waves are softer with their dead, and winds
 * More kindly are with leaves in winter than
 * Men’s cruel love, that kills and buries not!
 * Naked and torn we lie beneath their feet,
 * Who, had they known, in sorrow would have crept
 * Thro’ grief’s entombing night with what once held
 * Such joys and tears for them!

O that sound, not wind or sea,
 * From no bird nor dreamland blown,