Give now, give! All the cargo's
hoisted to the rigging's height,
and the emptiness lays a gentle
sadness in the weary hand.
Give now, give! Leave the houses,
close the windows, dowse the fire;
the wide clear heavens are the sluices
for your hasty voyage out.
I'm emptied out; I'm past and gone;
my life is done; I've given food.
All that's coming is my past,
since it owes its being to my plea and
laughs out of my forgotten blood.
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