I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

This love is silent.

I'm a ragged individualist.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

Because it has such a ragged movement. It suggests something like that.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.