As I have drifted on a river
I couldn't control
No longer guided by the bargeman's rope
I cared no more
For other boats and cargoes
Flemish hopes are now gone
I forgot everything and drifted on
Amid the fury of the tides
Ah, how I raced
Drifting the shores
Lighter than cork galloping on the waves
Now I drift through the tales of sea
Staining the sudden blueness
I've seen the shadow of the dawn
Like the rebirth of sky
I've seen what men have dreamed
I drifted on through fragile unmarked lines
Now a little lost boat
Tossed by the storm into birdless sky
True I have cried too much
I'm heart sick at dawn
The moon is tasteless and the sun is sour
Love burns me; I'm swollen and broken.
If I could long for a shore
It's that small cottage
Up up the hill admist the cedars
But adrift again
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