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VI. Now never more, oh! never, in the worth Of its pure cause, let sorrowing love on earth Trust fondly never more!—the hope is crush'd That lit my life, the voice within me hush'd That spoke sweet oracles; and I return To lay my youth, as in a burial-urn, Where sunshine may not find it.—All is lost! No tempest met our barks—no billow toss'd; Yet were they sever'd, ev'n as we must be, That so have lov'd, so striven our hearts to free From their close-coiling fate! In vain—in vain! The dark links meet, and clasp themselves again, And press out life.—Upon the deck I stood, And a white sail came gliding o'er the flood, Like some proud bird of ocean; then mine eye Strained out, one moment earlier to descry The form it ached for, and the bark's career Seem'd slow to that fond yearning: It drew near,