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And some more centuries passed over the ebb and flow and over the loneliness of things for gotten. And I lay there all the while in the careless grip of the mud, never wholly covered, yet never able to go free, and I longed for the great caress of the warm Earth or the comfortable lap of the Sea. Sometimes men found my bones and buried them, but the tradition never died, and my friends' successors always brought them back. AND SOME MORE CENTURIES PASSED OVER THE EBB AND FLOW AND OVER THE LONELINESS OF THINGS FORGOTTEN AND I LAY THERE ALL THE WHILE IN THE CARELESS GRIP OF THE MUD NEVER WHOLLY COVERED YET NEVER ABLE TO GO FREE AND I LONGED FOR THE GREAT CARESS OF THE WARM EARTH OR FOR THE COMFORTABLE LAP OF THE SEA SOMETIMES MEN FOUND MY BONES AND BURIED THEM BUT THE TRADITION NEVER DIED AND MY FRIEND'S SUCCESSORS ALWAYS BROUGHT THEM BACK
 I hoped, to be vexed with the ebb and flow. And with the fall of the tide he went riding down the river and turned to the southwards, and so went to his home. And my bones he scattered among many isles and along the shores of happy alien mainlands. And for a moment, while they were far asunder, my soul was almost free. Then there arose, at the will of the moon, the assiduous flow of the tide, and it undid at once the work of the ebb, and gathered my bones from the marge of sunny isles, and gleaned them all along the mainland's shores, and went rocking northwards till it came to the mouth of the Thames, and there turned westwards its relentless face, and so went up the river and came to the hole in the mud, and into it dropped my bones; and partly the mud covered them, and partly it left them white, for the mud cares not for its forsaken things. Then the ebb came, and I saw the dead eyes of the houses and the jealousy of the other forgotten things that the storm had not carried thence.  TOOK MY BONES NEVER AGAIN I HOPED TO BE VEXED WITH THE EBB AND FLOW AND WITH THE FALL OF THE TIDE HE WENT RIDING DOWN THE RIVER AND TURNED TO THE SOUTHWARDS AND SO WENT TO HIS HOME AND MY BONES HE SCATTERED AMONG MANY ISLES AND ALONG THE SHORES OF HAPPY ALIEN MAINLANDS AND FOR A MOMENT WHILE THEY WERE FAR ASUNDER MY SOUL WAS ALMOST FREE THEN THERE AROSE AT THE WILL OF THE MOON THE ASSIDUOUS FLOW OF THE TIDE AND IT UNDID AT ONCE THE WORK OF THE EBB AND GATHERED MY BONES FROM THE MARGE SUNNY ISLES AND GLEAMED THEM ALL ALONG THE MAINLAND SHORES AND WENT ROCKING NORTHWARDS TILL IT CAME TO THE MOUTH OF THE THAMES AND THERE TURNED WESTWARD TO ITS RELENTLESS FACE AND SO WENT UP THE RIVER AND CAME TO THE HOLE IN THE MUD AND INTO IT DROPPED MY BONES AND PARTLY THE MUD COVERED THEM AND PARTLY IT LEFT THEM WHITE FOR THE MUD CARES NOT FOR ITS FORSAKEN THINGS THEN THE EBB CAME AND I SAW THE DEAD EYES OF THE HOUSES AND THE JEALOUSY OF THE OTHER FORGOTTEN THINGS THAT THE STORM HAD NOT CARRIED THENCE
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