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NEVER MORE

New foaming seas,
New spring-tide breeze,
New shells upon the shore,
New leaves on trees,—
But never never more
Those blue waves, blue whatever winds might wail or roar.
New loves with gold
Locks like the old,
New rose-mouth to adore,
New hands to hold,—
But never never more
The woman's face which lighted all that laughing shore.
The shore where fell
Waves loved so well,
Where cliffs their gold flowers bore,
Whose tender tendrils swell
This year,—but never more
Shall crown the brown-haired head they crowned and bound of yore.