DARK, deep, and cold the current flows | |
Unto the sea where no wind blows, | |
Seeking the land which no one knows. | |
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O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes | |
The mingled wail of friends and foes, | 5 |
Borne to the land which no one knows. | |
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Why shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes | |
With millions, from a world of woes, | |
Unto the land which no one knows? | |
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Though myriads go with him who goes, | 10 |
Alone he goes where no wind blows, | |
Unto the land which no one knows. | |
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For all must go where no wind blows, | |
And none can go for him who goes; | |
None, none return whence no one knows. | 15 |
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Yet why should he who shrieking goes | |
With millions, from a world of woes, | |
Reunion seek with it or those? | |
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Alone with God, where no wind blows, | |
And Death, his shadowdoom'd, he goes. | 20 |
That God is there the shadow shows. | |
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O shoreless Deep, where no wind blows! | |
And thou, O Land which no one knows! | |
That God is All, His shadow shows. | |