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A dream it was let warning voice it be! The rock that overhangs the sea Was my bed, and dreaming, I fancied I saw the waves roll in and out, And heard the billows’ ceaseless roar. Near the shore a ship I saw, And strange to tell, for strange the sight: Near and nearer two seamen approached, And one, well I knew his face, thy father was Der Andre? And who was the other, pray?
Disgusted is the main, And throws me on the strand. Ah! sea so proud, Thy waves, ere many days are past, I’ll ride again. What of thy scorn with my torment in the balance weigh’d? The rest which on land I seek, oh! never Shall I find; for to the ocean waves My destiny is bound, until the last wave Ceases to flow, and evaporates into air.