. The pioneer : a literary and critical magazine . In his tower sate the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, Take this rose, he sighed, and throw it Where there s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow burstethAnd sinks back into the seas,But in vain my spirit thirstethSo to burst and be at ease. Take, oh sea, the tender blossomThat hath lain against my breast,On thy black and angry bosomIt will find a surer rest. 4. Life is vain and love is hollow,Ugly death stands there behind,Hate and scorn and hunger followHim that toileth for his kind. 5. Forth into the night he hurled itAnd with bitter

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. The pioneer : a literary and critical magazine . In his tower sate the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, Take this rose, he sighed, and throw it Where there s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow burstethAnd sinks back into the seas,But in vain my spirit thirstethSo to burst and be at ease. Take, oh sea, the tender blossomThat hath lain against my breast,On thy black and angry bosomIt will find a surer rest. 4. Life is vain and love is hollow,Ugly death stands there behind,Hate and scorn and hunger followHim that toileth for his kind. 5. Forth into the night he hurled itAnd with bitter smile did markHow the surly tempest whirled itSwift into the hungry dark. Foam and spray drive back to leeward,And the gale with dreary moanDrifts the helpless blossom seaward,Through the breakers all alone.

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