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Thou, whom the gray seas bare more fierce than they.
O bitter Love! Have pity on his weeping, / Smite me with pain; lo, I am all thy prey!
Sleep thou, my son, as all the world is sleeping; / Sleep thou, my babe; and sleep, thou bitter sea; / And sleep, O grief, within the heart of me.
Ashen thy fruit, O Love, thy crown is pain!
Sweet were thy words to me, thy soft caresses.
Child of my heart, O gain beyond all gain.
Sleep, while I shelter thee with arms and tresses!
Sleep thou, my babe, and sleep, thou bitter sea; / And sleep, O grief, within the heart of me.
Yea, I am thine, O Love. I am thy spoil!
Sleep thou, my son, sleep softly till the morrow!
Love, thou hast snared me in thy golden toil, / Still the loud seas though thou still not my sorrow!
Sleep thou, my babe; and sleep, thou bitter sea; / And sleep, O grief, within the heart of me.