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Black rocks upon the ragged coast,
Mutter no more our hidden crime!
I hear, far off, your sullen boast,
But I defy you! 'tis not time!
You cannot tell our secret yet;
The trusty sea must keep its dead,
And many suns arise and set
Before that awful word is said.
For I am young; I've all the grace
Of life, and love, and beauty now:
There's not a wrinkle on my face;
There's not a shadow on my brow.
I cannot bear the loathsome grave,
I will not leave the cheerful sun!
Rave on! in storm and midnight rave,
For years and years, till all is done:
Till these brown locks are changed to gray;
Till these clear eyes are dim and old;
Not yet, not yet the fatal day
When all that horror must be told!
But, then—gnash all your jagged teeth,
And howl for vengeance! I will come;
And that same cruel pit beneath
Shall yawn and gulf me to my home.
To-day—forbear, nor mutter more!
The sky is dark, and dark the sea,
And all the land, from shore to shore,
Is hideous with your grisly glee.
Mutter no more our hidden crime!
I hear, far off, your sullen boast,
But I defy you! 'tis not time!
You cannot tell our secret yet;
The trusty sea must keep its dead,
And many suns arise and set
Before that awful word is said.
For I am young; I've all the grace
Of life, and love, and beauty now:
There's not a wrinkle on my face;
There's not a shadow on my brow.
I cannot bear the loathsome grave,
I will not leave the cheerful sun!
Rave on! in storm and midnight rave,
For years and years, till all is done:
Till these brown locks are changed to gray;
Till these clear eyes are dim and old;
Not yet, not yet the fatal day
When all that horror must be told!
But, then—gnash all your jagged teeth,
And howl for vengeance! I will come;
And that same cruel pit beneath
Shall yawn and gulf me to my home.
To-day—forbear, nor mutter more!
The sky is dark, and dark the sea,
And all the land, from shore to shore,
Is hideous with your grisly glee.
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