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A JOURNEY

The same green hills, the same blue sea,—
Yet, love, thou art no more with me!
The same long reach of yellow sand,—
Where is the touch of thy soft hand?
The same wide open arch of sky,—
But, sweetheart, thou no more art nigh.
God love thee and God keep thee strong!
I breathe that pure prayer through my song.
I send my soul across the waste
To seek and find thy soul in haste.
Across the inland woods and glades
And through the leaf-laced chequered shades

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My spirit passes seeking thee:
No more I tarry by the sea.
For where thou art, am I for ever:
Mere space and time divide us never.