One from the pitiless wave?
One hauls a basket,
Gone deaf and blind?
That never blow.
But there came none:
But who for joys brides hope to have
Above the rusty heather."
O God! can I not grasp
One content, one sick in part;
Mad to tug her standard down.
One from the pitiless wave?
One hauls a basket,
Gone deaf and blind?
That never blow.
But there came none:
But who for joys brides hope to have
Above the rusty heather."
O God! can I not grasp
One content, one sick in part;
Mad to tug her standard down.