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Give to that crown, that burning crown, Place in thy darkest hold! Bury my anguish, my renown, With hidden wrecks, lost gems, and wasted gold.

Thou sea-bird on the billow's crest, Thou hast thy love, thy home; They wait thee in the quiet nest, And I, th' unsought, unwatch'd-for—I too come!

I, with this winged nature fraught, These visions wildly free, This boundless love, this fiery thought— —Alone I come—oh! give me peace, dark sea!