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I cannot hear the wind go by   Without a sudden fear; I cannot look upon the sky, Nor fear that storms are near.

I look upon the sunny sea, And think of rocks below; Still present are the shoals to me    O’er which my love must go.

I cannot sleep as others sleep, Night has more care than day; My heart is out upon the deep, I weep—I watch—I pray.

Ah, see a speck the waves among, A light boat cuts the foam, The wild wind beareth me his song, Thank God, he is come home.