This morning the carpentermade an end of my door,this morning the surgeonwith a barrel of lemonswent to the exchangeand broke me whereI had not been, so freshwas the night within me.
A great knocking in meand I am down, I am wood.Hopes have to be settled on shore,but the water being almostat low water, fear is sure.I urge the surgeon on,my heart heavy for not hearing my heart.