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V. But thine shall be unnamed, unknown, The cup that I shall press, Will only be thy name to drown In deep forgetfulness.

VI. I will go gaze on raven eyes, Like thine they cannot be; The brightest smiles, the softest sighs, Are nothing now to me.

VII. Give me the battle on the brine, The revel on the shore; Be peril or be pleasure mine, To think of thee no more.

VIII. My way is on the wandering wave, My home on many a coast; But I must seek within the grave, The peace that I have lost.

IX. My night dream still will be of her, My day thoughts on her dwell! Then farewell lovely islander, A long but vain farewell! L. E. L.