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A FAREWELL.
I may not see your face again!
This ivied porch, these quivering trees
Must murmur year by year in vain
For me, ungladdened of all these,
Tossed on the thankless seas.
This ivied porch, these quivering trees
Must murmur year by year in vain
For me, ungladdened of all these,
Tossed on the thankless seas.
But often while the vast of air
Is smitten through with violent light,
Between the winds and waters there
My inner vision shall have sight
Of that most calm delight.
Is smitten through with violent light,
Between the winds and waters there
My inner vision shall have sight
Of that most calm delight.
And as a man, whose nights and days
Are spent in fierce and changeful love,
May chance to see in wondrous ways
His mother bend from Heaven above,
With pure eyes like a dove.
Are spent in fierce and changeful love,
May chance to see in wondrous ways
His mother bend from Heaven above,
With pure eyes like a dove.
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So I, who woo the perilous deep,
And frantic waves that interlace,
Shall have my hours of rest and sleep
To dream of your leaf-shaded face,
And all its quiet grace.
And frantic waves that interlace,
Shall have my hours of rest and sleep
To dream of your leaf-shaded face,
And all its quiet grace.
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