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They say there is no hope-- / Sand--drift--rocks--rubble of the sea-- / The broken hulk of a ship, / Hung with shreds of rope, / Pallid under the cracked pitch.
They say there is no hope / To conjure you-- / No whip of the tongue to anger you-- / No hate of words / You must rise to refute.