XVI.

Ebb, ocean of life! (the flow will return,)--

Cease not your moaning, you fierce old mother!

Endlessly cry for your castaways! Yet fear not, deny not me,--

Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet, as I touch you,

or gather from you.

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