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First Line: High on a crag above the restless sea
Last Line: And ah, the ceaseless beating of the waves!
Subject(s): Calypso (mythology); Yale University


HIGH on a crag above the restless sea
In weary woe Calypso waiting stands,
Forever stretching out her long thin hands,
A mute embodiment of agony.
The last light fails, the wet winds rise, but she
Hopes on, with haggard eyes like burning brands
Searing the darkness, while the loosened strands
Of all her wondrous hair float wildly free.
Forgotten are the dreams of other days,
Her soul is flame, her parted lips are dry.
The languorous noonings in the dark cool caves
Were centuries ago. How long he stays!
Her fate is fixed, a goddess cannot die,
And ah, the ceaseless beating of the waves!





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