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 ES, I had lost thee, for one day, one life, — The days get blurred where never shines the sun; My hand had dropped from thine, and I was tired, Longing for death ere life had well begun. I laid me down beside the green grey sea, And never dreamt that thou wouldst seek for me. Mine was the loss, the loneliness, the need ; Thine was the strength, the vision, and the speech. The floating ice came nearer, nearer yet, — There was no help that my weak hand could reach. I laid me down beside the green grey sea : It never said that thou wouldst seek for me.