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Journey's End.

The sea swings out, the sea swings in,
The grey gulls fly afar,
Each sun-beam catches a crested wave
Like the gleam of a separate star.
She looks to East, she looks to West,
She laughs in the wind and sun;
“He sailed for a year and a day,” she saith,
“And this time is almost done;”

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“He has found the gold and the shining gems,
He is bringing them home to me.
Oh long-winged gulls, have you seen his ship?
Where is he, oh swaying sea?”
The gulls fly grey across the clouds,
Sunless the grey waves beat..
Look down, look down, oh doomed woman,
Your love lies at your feet.