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The sea-weed thrown By wave or wind, On strand unknown, Lone grave to find; Methinks may own, Of kindred more Than I dare claim On life's bleak shore. Name follows name For evermore, As swift waves shame Slow waves before;— For keen winds blow; Rain, hail, and snow Fall everywhere, Till life's sad tree, In mockery, Skeletoned bare Of every leaf, is left to be Mate of despair.

The world is wide, Is rich and fair,