Blood red across the winter sea,

And danced and cried our Evoe!

 Among the tossing cakes of ice And spouting of the frozen spray, We saw their white limbs twist and whirl— The ancient sea-gods at their play. 

And spouting of the frozen spray,

The ancient sea-gods at their play.

 The gold-brown liquor burned my heart, The icy tempest stung my brow: The twanging of Apollo's lyre— I heard it as I hear it now. 

The icy tempest stung my brow:

I heard it as I hear it now.

 O no, the old gods are not dead: I think that they will never die; But, I, who lie upon this bed In mortal anguish—what am I? 

I think that they will never die;

In mortal anguish—what am I?

 A wave that rises with a breath Above the infinite watery plain, To foam and sparkle in the sun A moment ere it sink again. 

Above the infinite watery plain,

A moment ere it sink again.

 The eternal undulation runs: A man, I die: perchance to be, Next life, a white-throat on the wind, A daffodil on Tempe's lea. 

A man, I die: perchance to be,

A daffodil on Tempe's lea.

 They lied who said that Pan was dead: Life was, life is, and life shall be. So take away your crucifix— The everliving gods for me! 

Life was, life is, and life shall be.

The everliving gods for me!

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