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Over and back, / the long waves crawl / and track the sand with foam; / night darkens and the sea / takes on that desperate tone / of dark that wives put on / when all their love is done.
Over and back, / the tangled thread falls slack, / over and up and on; / over and all is sewn; / now while I bind the end, / I wish some fiery friend / would sweep impetuously / these fingers from the loom.