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AT PARTING
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,
And voice whose syllables were broken,
She stood aghast in sudden fear.
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,
She gazed at him who loved her dear,
And left the farewell half unspoken,
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,
And voice whose syllables were broken.
And voice whose syllables were broken,
She stood aghast in sudden fear.
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,
She gazed at him who loved her dear,
And left the farewell half unspoken,
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,
And voice whose syllables were broken.
For soon would seas between them roll,
And half the world its distance sever.
How should content possess her soul
When seas would soon between them roll?
Then round her waist his strong arm stole—
“Dear heart,” he said, “my love dies never,
Though seas will soon between us roll
And half the world its distance sever.”
And half the world its distance sever.
How should content possess her soul
When seas would soon between them roll?
Then round her waist his strong arm stole—
“Dear heart,” he said, “my love dies never,
Though seas will soon between us roll
And half the world its distance sever.”
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