The Wave

" Whither, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
As if a thief wert thou? "

" I am the Wave of Life,
Stained with my margin's dust;
From the struggle and the strife
Of the narrow stream I fly
To the Sea's immensity,
To wash from me the slime
Of the muddy banks of Time. "
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Tiedge
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