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Desolation dreamed of, though not accomplished, / Set my heart to rocking like a boat in a swell.
To every face I met, I said farewell.
Green rollers breaking white along a clean beach... when shall I reach that island?
Gladly, O painted nails and shaven arm-pits, would I see less of you!
Gladly, gladly would I he far from you for a long time, O noise and stench of man!
I said farewell. Nevertheless, / Whom have I quitted? -which of my possessions do I propose to leave?
Not one. This feigning to be asleep when wide awake is all the loneliness / I shall ever achieve.