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BY THE SEASHORE.
II.
ON THE HORIZON.
Two ships stand on the horizon;
Each shows a lighted sail:
One rises out of morning red,
One sinks in twilight pale.
Each shows a lighted sail:
One rises out of morning red,
One sinks in twilight pale.
Two ships stand on the horizon,
Faint sail-gleams far at sea,—
One bears away my sweet lost love,
One brings new love to me.
Faint sail-gleams far at sea,—
One bears away my sweet lost love,
One brings new love to me.
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III.
I LIE ON THE SHORE AND DREAM.
I lie on the shore and dream
The beautiful dream of old,
That lives in my heart, so quick and warm,
And shall haunt it dead and cold.
The beautiful dream of old,
That lives in my heart, so quick and warm,
And shall haunt it dead and cold.
The waves, low-whispering, crawl
Close to my feet and die;
Wild, strange, and low their murmurs flow;
Oh, weird their death-sweet sigh!
Close to my feet and die;
Wild, strange, and low their murmurs flow;
Oh, weird their death-sweet sigh!
I hear not the storm-vexed roar,—
I hear but the whispers die
In the sea-shell's soul (close-prest to my ear)
From the waves that, dying, sigh.
I hear but the whispers die
In the sea-shell's soul (close-prest to my ear)
From the waves that, dying, sigh.
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