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 O long-dead lips and eyes! —O Love that never dies!

Soft on the silent sand, The full tide spoke; O’er the waters’ wandering night, Holy, pure, serene and bright Broke Heaven’s triumphant light. —O’er the lone seas of Living, The bitter seas of Losing, The cold seas of Longing, So Love’s light broke! To the dumb sands of Sorrow So Love’s full tide spoke! In the happy valley, weeping, Smiling—I woke.