YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also;
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles!
Earth to a chamber of mourning turnsI hear the oerweening, mocking voice,
Matter is conquerormatter, triumphant only, continues onward.
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me,
The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarmd, uncertain,
The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speedingtell me my destination.
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, beholdthe sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me:
Old age, alarmd, uncertainA young womans voice, appealing to me for
A young mans voice, Shall I not escape?