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 I will not shrink to see thee with a bloodless lip and cheek— Come to me from the ocean's dead!—thou 'rt surely of them—speak!"

By the might of woman's tears, by the passion of her sighs, Come to me from the ocean's dead!—thou 'rt surely of them—rise!"

By all that from my weary soul, thou hast wrung of grief and fear, Come to me from the ocean's dead!—awake, arise, appear!"

Where the long-lost things lie hid, where the bright ones have their home, We will sleep among the ocean's dead!—stay for me—stay! I come!"