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Despairing Cries



DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and  
The sad voice of Death—the call of my nearest lover,  
 putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain,
The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my destina- 


I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you, I approach, hear, behold—the sad mouth, the look  
 out of the eyes, your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me: Old age, alarm'd, uncertain—A young woman's voice,  
 appealing to me for comfort;
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
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