  The brass band plays upon your decks, Like a sturdy harlot aping mirth, And people in starched shields Stuff their passions with sweet words, Life is swishing in the air, Like a tipsy, unseen bridegroom. O humbly grunting river boat, Take the churning water and the sun Like one who plays with his own chains And flings their turmoil to the sky. Only a voice can leap above high walls. |
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