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Rh But the one to whom living meant only pain, Was the one to be laden with life again. Many a year has vanished ; Grey is the coast-guard now, With a shadowy smile in his tender eyes, Strength on his patient brow. Still at his work he paces, Watching the whole night long ; And the birds, his companions, asleep on high, Hear not his passionate song. " Only over the sea, Only over the sea ! There my love doth dwell, she that loves me well, Waiting and looking for me."