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NATIONAL LYRICS.
Give to that crown, that burning crown,
Place in thy darkest hold!
Bury my anguish, my renown,
With hidden wrecks, lost gems, and wasted gold.
Thou sea-bird on the billow's crest,
Thou hast thy love, thy home;
They wait thee in the quiet nest,
And I, th' unsought, unwatch'd-for—I too come!
I, with this winged nature fraught,
These visions wildly free,
This boundless love, this fiery[1] thought—
—Alone I come—oh! give me peace, dark sea!
- ↑ errata
