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F thou art sweet as they are sad
 * Who on the shores of Time's salt sea

Watch on the dim horizon fade
 * Ships bearing love to night and thee;

If past all beacons Hope hath lit
 * In the dark wanderings of the deep

They who unwilling traverse it
 * Dream not till dawn unseal their sleep;

Ah, cease not in thy winds to mock
 * Us, who yet wake, but cannot see

Thy distant shores; who at each shock
 * Of the waves' onset faint for thee!