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Rh Deeper and deeper struck the deadly cold, Even my love was wrapped in snowy sleep ; My hand had ceased to grope for thine ; mine eyes, Frozen to blankness, would not stir nor weep. I laid me down beside the green grey sea, And said " Tis well ; he will not seek for me." The time went on, — I think a thousand years, For I was old, and young again, and old, — Until a sudden glory struck the skies, Above the horizon shone a globe of gold : The sun has risen o'er the crimson sea — O love ! is't true, hast come to seek for me ?