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Give it back, give it back, dear friend; be the brand

Thrust home!—mine hanging why didst thou withstand?

What, should I leave thee thus distraught to die?

Woe's me for my destiny!

O for the fire!—I would hail it my friend!

O to the height of a scaur to ascend—

To crash through the trees of the mountain, to plunge mid the sea,

To die, that the nethergloom shadows may welcome me!

Why fret thyself for this? Heaven's visitation

Sooner or later cometh on all men.

Thou hast left me, my father, hast left, as a bark by the tide

Left stranded and stripped of the last sea-plashing oar!

He shall slay me, shall slay! 'Neath the roof that knew me a bride

Shall I dwell never more!

To the feet of what statue of Gods shall the suppliant fly?

Or crouched at a bondwoman's knees like a slave shall I lie?