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TWO WATCHERS.
Two ships sail on the ocean;
Two watchers walk the shore:
One wrings wild hands and cries,
“Farewell for evermore.”
Two watchers walk the shore:
One wrings wild hands and cries,
“Farewell for evermore.”
One sees, with face uplifted,
(Soft homes of dream her eyes,)
Her sail, beyond the horizon,
Reflected in the skies!
(Soft homes of dream her eyes,)
Her sail, beyond the horizon,
Reflected in the skies!
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