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Rh 'O western wind! O wandering wave! seek Southern summer seas, Bear him my bleeding heart from these far Northern castle-leas, And tell him I love him now much better than all these.'

But the heart was passion-weighted—passion still unpurged of pride— On the bosom of the billows it could not safely ride; It never reach'd those summer seas, but sank beneath the tide.

The lady wanders still beside the dreary Northern sea, And cries unto the wind and waves: 'Give back my heart to me.' But the wind and waves make answer: 'That can never, never be.'