  The shore is gray, the sea is gray, And there the city stands; The mists upon the houses weigh And through the calm, the ocean gray Roars dully on the strands. There are no rustling woods, there fly No birds at all in May, The wild goose with its callous cry Alone on autumn nights soars by, The wind-blown grasses sway. And yet my whole heart clings to thee, Gray city by the sea; And e'er the spell of youth for me Doth smiling rest on thee, on thee Gray city by the sea. FOOTNOTES: |
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