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My pain outgrows my power to feel pain. I am numb. I am faint.

I sicken from having lived no life, but all dreams, dreams, dreams,

My soul is poisoned, mother, with an old and mysterious tai[nt]

And now that you have stopped rocking full on my brow the lamp gleams.

Hide me, mother, from the light for it seems that it sees.

Hide me, make me be blurred against your breast and the night.

Lo! outside the great swell of the dim and eternal seas!

Mother, whom do we wait, to return from beyond the seas?

Is it for anyone at sea that the joy of our lamp we light.