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LASSITUDE.
- I LAID me down beside the sea,
- Endless in blue monotony;
- The clouds were anchored in the sky.
- Sometimes a sail went idling by.
- Upon the shingles on the beach
- Grey linen was spread out to bleach,
- And gently with a gentle swell
- The languid ripples rose and fell.
- A fisher‐boy, in level line,
- Cast stone by stone into the brine:
- Methought I too might do as he,
- And cast my sorrows on the sea.
- The old, old sorrows in a heap
- Dropped heavily into the deep;
- But with its sorrow on that day
- My heart itself was cast away.
