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As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour|
Out by the low sand spaces,
The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore
With lingering embraces,
So in the tide of life that carries me|
From where thy true heart dwells,
Waves of my thoughts and memories turn to thee
With lessening farewells;
Waving of hands; dreams, when the day forgets;|
A care half lost in cares;
The saddest of my verses; dim regrets;
Thy name among my prayers.
I would the day might come, so waited for,|
So patiently besought,
When I, returning, should fill up once more
Thy desolated thought;
And fill thy loneliness that lies apart|
In still, persistent pain.
Shall I content thee, O thou broken heart,
As the tide comes again,
And brims the little sea-shore lakes, and sets|
Seaweeds afloat, and fills
The silent pools, rivers and rivulets
Among the inland hills?
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