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TEARS! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by      the sand;
Tears — not a star shining — all dark and desolate;
Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head:
— O who is that ghost? — that form in the dark, with      tears?

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What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on      the sand?
Streaming tears — sobbing tears — throes, choked with      wild cries;
O storm, embodied, rising, careering, with swift steps      along the beach;
O wild and dismal night storm, with wind! O belch-     ing and desperate!
O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm      countenance and regulated pace;
But away, at night, as you fly, none looking — O then      the unloosen'd ocean,
Of tears! tears! tears!