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THE SEA.
[THE WIFE.]
I pace the sands from morn till night,
But the sail I seek is never in sight:
Will it ever come? shall I ever see
The man so dear to my babe and me?
But the sail I seek is never in sight:
Will it ever come? shall I ever see
The man so dear to my babe and me?
When the sky is bright, and the waves are calm,
And the warm wind flows like a sea of balm,
“He lives,” I think; “He comes!” I say:
But he comes not, though I watch all day.
And the warm wind flows like a sea of balm,
“He lives,” I think; “He comes!” I say:
But he comes not, though I watch all day.
O sun! my heart goes down with thee!
For who can bear the night, and the sea?
The lonely sky and the moaning waves—
They make us think of our sailors' graves!
For who can bear the night, and the sea?
The lonely sky and the moaning waves—
They make us think of our sailors' graves!
I pace and pace the desolate shore,
But he comes no more, he comes no more:
He never will come to my babe and me,
He is lost in the deep and cruel sea!
But he comes no more, he comes no more:
He never will come to my babe and me,
He is lost in the deep and cruel sea!
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