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A wild and weary life is thine; A wasting task and lone, Though treasure-grots for thee may shine, To all besides unknown!

A weary life! but a swift decay Soon, soon shall set thee free; Thou'rt passing fast from thy toils away, Thou wrestler with the sea!

In thy dim eye, on thy hollow cheek, Well are the death-signs read— Go! for the pearl in its cavern seek, Ere hope and power be fled!

And bright in beauty's coronal That glistening gem shall be; A star to all in the festive hall— But who will think on thee?