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 REGRETS.

when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour

Out by the low sand spaces,

The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore

With lingering embraces;

So in the tide of life that carries me

From where thy true heart dwells,

Waves of my thoughts and memories turn to thee

With lessening farewells;

Waving of hands; dreams, when the day forgets;

A care half lost in cares;

The saddest of my verses; dim regrets;

Thy name among my prayers.

I would the day might come, so waited for,

So patiently besought,