All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters
All
day I hear the noise of waters
Making
moan,
Sad
as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth
alone,
He
hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The
grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where
I go.
I
hear the noise of many waters
Far
below.
All
day, all night, I hear them flowing
To
and fro.
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