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on, thou dark unslumbering sea! My dirge is in thy moan; My spirit finds response in thee, To its own ceaseless cry—"Alone, alone!"

Yet send me back one other word, Ye tones that never cease! Oh! let your secret caves be stirr'd, And say, dark waters! will ye give me peace?

Away! my weary soul hath sought In vain one echoing sigh, One answer to consuming thought In human hearts—and will the wave reply?