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lue back of the waters;
On the white-wreathed waves of ocean
Play the forces of the salt-sea
With the lone and helpless maiden;
Till at last in full conception
Union now of force and beauty
Sink the storm-winds into slumber;
Overburdened now the maiden
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Cannot rise above the surface;
Seven hundred years she wandered
Ages nine of man's existence
Swam the ocean hitherthither
Could not rise above the waters
Conscious only of her travail;
Seven hundred years she labored
Ere her first-born was delivered.
Thus she swam as water-mother
Toward the eastand also southward
Toward the westand also northward;
Swam the sea in all directions
Frightened at the strife of storm-winds
Swam in travailswam unceasing
Ere her first-born was delivered.
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Into what have I now fallen?
Woe is methat I unhappy
Left my home in subtle ether
Came to dwell amid the sea-foam
To be tossed by rolling billows
To be rocked by winds and waters
On the far outstretching waters
In the salt-sea's vast expanses
Knowing only pain and tr