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THE SAILOR'S WIFE. "See the spirits, how they crowd!
 * Watching death with eyes that burn!

Waves rush in" she shrieks aloud,
 * Ere her waking sense return.

The storm is gone: the skies are clear:
 * Hush'd is that bitter cry of pain:

The only sound, that meets her ear,
 * The heaving of the sullen main.

Though heaviness endure the night,
 * Yet joy shall come with break of day:

She shudders with a strange delight—
 * The fearful dream is pass'd away.

She wakes: the grey dawn streaks the dark:
 * With early song the copses ring:

Far off she hears the watch-dog bark
 * A joyful bark of welcoming!

Feb. 23, 1857.

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