When a year was gone and a year was come,
⁠O loud and loud cried they—
'For the lee-lang year thou hast held us dumb
⁠Take now thy gifts away!'

O loud and lang they cried on him,
⁠And sair and sair they prayed:
'Is the face of thy grace as the night's face grim
⁠For those thy wrath has made?'

A cry more bitter than tears of men
⁠From the rim of the dim grey sea;—
'Give me my living soul again,
⁠The soul thou gavest me,
The doom and the dole of kindly men,
⁠To bide my weird and be!'