like storm toss'd sea
when you are grip'd
and gnaw'd by one
who, press'd hard in
at back, oh you,
sheet and blanket--
so rocks and creaks
the wood-fram'd deck
upholding two
dark secret shrouded,
you now wet
with morning dew
pour'd out from deeps
at last releas'd
and tamed withal--
a peace.
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