 | Praeterita (1863) |  |
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A LAMENT.
O gentle day and milky cloud,
O faint and flowing sea,
More fair than human estimate
I read the story of your state—
If you could comfort me!
O faint and flowing sea,
More fair than human estimate
I read the story of your state—
If you could comfort me!
O gloom of clouds and rocking boughs,
Thou fierce and furrow'd sea,
Boom round yon isles of dreamy glow,
And strow the rose with driven snow,
That cannot comfort me.
Thou fierce and furrow'd sea,
Boom round yon isles of dreamy glow,
And strow the rose with driven snow,
That cannot comfort me.
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