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Drowsy the waves and dim the sky, / Across the shore and far away, / Like drunken things the rushes sway / Without a wind. O God on high, / Is it decreed that longer yet / Within this lockless prison set, / Beside this sea that profits naught, / I am to languish? Answering not, / Like to a living thing, the grain / Sways mute and yellowing on the plain;
No tidings will it let me hear, / And none besides to give me ear.