Oft Music possesses me like the seas
To my planet pale,

'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze,
I set my sail.

With inflated lungs and expanded chest,
Like to a sail,

On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest
Which the shadows veil

I feel all the anguish within me arise
Of a ship in distress

The tempest, the rain, 'neath the lowering skies,
My body caress

At times, the calm pool or the mirror clear
Of my despair!

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