The roamer and other poems/A Lament
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A LAMENT
Dizzily dropping, to the gulf I fall,The bright bolt in my brain!Vainly upon the heavenly gods I call,Murmuring a mortal's pain.
Deep under deep receives me, and no wingBears up the astonished soul:—Only the fire-eyed stars have ceased to sing.And the gray sea to roll.