Life of my life, 'take not so soon thy flight
The last gift that death demands
When I put out to sea
Break, break, break
Life! I know not what thou art
"I'm not weary, I don't WANT to rest," Judy said, in a fretful tone.
‘How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, Floy! But it’s very near the sea. I hear the waves! They always said so!’
O say what art thou, when no more thou’rt thee?