The feeling of deep thought is solemn br Melancholy spirits are the sea br Seeking to douche br The warmth of bliss br br Dark pulses and swooning sentiments br Cold putrid ash in the heart br Faintly dizziness and sad reflections br Like grey in the mist br br Masts try against the gales br Knees kiss the earth to Benevolence br The water nigh our chin br Like a flood may drown us soon br br Worrisome tears and ill bile br Chill droughts on the spine br Cussed droning and painful musings br Like water in the boots br br br Giddily giddily giddily br The boatmen row in the vessel br Aurora will refuse her they say br But determination will force them br To stay on their travails br br Steadily steadily steadily br The shore is in sight br It is possible they think br So no compromise this time br The boat must come in br br Surely surely surely br The boat is in br And brightness comes to dusk they feel br For our ill hearts redeemed br We suck in the air of peace.