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By the blue waters—the restless ocean waters, Restless as they with their many-flashing surges, Lonely I wander, weeping for my lost one!

I pine for thee through all the joyless day— Through the long night I pine:—the golden sun Looks dim since thou hast left me, and the spring Seems but to weep.—Where art thou, my beloved?— Night after night, in fond hope vigilant, By the old temple on the breezy cliff, These hands have heap'd the watch-fire, till it stream'd Red o'er the shining columns—darkly red— Along the crested billows!—but in vain; Thy white sail comes not from the distant isles— Yet thou wert faithful ever. O! the deep