IMPRISONED.
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O prisoned wave that may not see the sun!
O voice that never may be comforted!
You cannot break the web that Fate has spun;
Out of your world are light and gladness fled.
O voice that never may be comforted!
You cannot break the web that Fate has spun;
Out of your world are light and gladness fled.
The red dawn nevermore shall tremble far
Across the leagues of radiant brine to you;
You shall not sing to greet the evening star,
Nor dance exulting under heaven's clear blue.
Across the leagues of radiant brine to you;
You shall not sing to greet the evening star,
Nor dance exulting under heaven's clear blue.
Inexorably woven is the weft
That shrouds from you all joy but memory:
Only this tender, low lament is left
Of all the sumptuous splendor of the sea.
That shrouds from you all joy but memory:
Only this tender, low lament is left
Of all the sumptuous splendor of the sea.
