Unskilled to sunder, and too weak to cleave,
And with much toil attain to half-believe.
“Come back, come back.”
“Come back, come back”; yea back, indeed, do go
Sighs panting thick, and tears that want to flow;
Fond fluttering hopes upraise their useless wings,
And wishes idly struggle in the strings;
“Come back, come back.”...
“Come back, come back!”
Back flies the foam; the hoisted flag streams back;