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XLVIII
I let the wine glass crashing fall,I rushed across the deck, and all
The sea I swept and swept again,
With lifted hand, with eye and glass,
But all was idle and in vain.
I saw a red-billed sea bird pass,
A petrel sweeping 'round and 'round,
I heard the far, white sea-surf sound,
But no sign could I hear or see
Of one so more than all to me.
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