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174 As the heavy rain comes sweeping, With a sound of weeping, weeping,
 * Till your blood is chilled with fears;
 * Know you not those falling tears,
 * Flowing fast through years on years,
 * For my sobs within your ears?

When with dolorous moan the billows
 * Surge around where, far and wide,

Leagues on leagues of sea-worn hollows
 * Throb with thunders of the tide,

And the weary waves in breaking Fill you, thrill you, as with aching
 * Memories of our love of yore
 * Where you pace the sounding shore,
 * Hear you not, through roll and roar,
 * Soul call soul for evermore?