  ——— Tell me, deep ocean, why not be still, Why not this surging cease, Why shouldst thou sing this mournful sound, And why not hold thy peace? Is it a tale of love you sing, Tell me, oh mighty deep; What some poor sailor bade thee bring, Just as he sank to sleep? If so, I yearn to know thy song, Pray, make it known, oh wave; I had a lover, brave and strong, Who met a sailor’s grave. I yearn to know his parting words, Were they not told to thee? If so, I pray thee make them known, Pray tell, were they of me? |
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