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1. Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, / The sad voice of Death -- the call of my nearest lover, putting forth, / alarmed, uncertain, / "_The Sea I am quickly to sail: come tell me, / Come tell me where I am speeding -- tell me my destination_."
2. I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you; / I approach, hear, behold -- the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your / mute inquiry, / "_Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me_. " / Old age, alarmed, uncertain -- A young woman's voice, appealing to me for comfort; / A young man's voice, "_Shall I not escape_? "