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  • Years! Years, ye shall mix with me!
    Ye shall grow a part
    Of the laughing Sea;
    Of the moaning heart
    Of the glittered wave
    Of the sun-gleam's dart
    In the ocean-grave.
    Fair, cold, and faithless wert thou, my own!
    For that I love
    Thy heart of stone!
    From the heights above
    To the depths below,
    Where dread things move,

    There is naught can show
    A life so trustless! Proud be thy crown!
    Ruthless, like none, save the Sea, alone!

    "The Dirge of the Sea". Poem by Voltairine de Cleyre, April 1891.