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PLUMES OF SABLE

Waste, waste, waste,—but the voice in the waste of the sea!
The dread, sheer height of an empty night! And the heart—Ah, the heart in me!
I know where the deep is wider, I know of a gloom more dread—
O the waste and the night of the heart, when the star from the heart has fled!