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Heart of iron, smile of ice, / Oh! the rock. / See him stand as dumb as death. / If you could, / Would you care to stir or shock / Him, think you, by a blow or breath, / From his mood?
Arms of velvet, lips of love, / Oh! the wave. / See her creeping to his feet / Trustfully. / None shall know the sign he gave. / Death since then, were all too sweet. / Let her die.
Lift thine eyes upon the sea, / Soul of stone. / Rather (wouldst thou breathe or move? ) / I would be / A warm wave, faithful, wasted, thrown, / Spent and rent and dead with love, / Than be thee.