The Seafarer

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Rock me down, o starry skiff!

My head tired from waves, so stiff!



Very long I look for abode, –

My head tired from passions, hot:



Laurels – hymns – hydras – heroes, brazed, –

My head tired from senseless plays!



Lay me down mid leaves and grass, –

My head tired from ceaseless wars.



Marina Tsvetaeva