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Agatha, tell me, does thy heart not ache, / Plunged in this squalid city's filthy sea, / For another ocean where the splendours break / Blue, clear, and deep as is virginity. / Agatha, tell me, does thy heart not ache?
The sea, the sea unending, comforts us! / What demon gave the hoarse old sea who sings / To her mumbling hurricanes' organ thunderous / The god-like power to cradle sorrowful things? / The sea, the sea unending, comforts us.