I am a bubble br Upon thy ever-moving, resting sea: br Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble! br Take me down into thee. br br Give me thy peace. br My heart is aching with unquietness: br Oh, make its inharmonious beating cease! br Thy hand upon it press. br br My Night! my Day! br Swift night and day betwixt, my world doth reel: br Potter, take not thy hand from off the clay br That whirls upon thy wheel.