  Into port when the sun was setting Rode the ship that bore my love, Over the breakers wildly fretting, Under the skies that shone above. Down to the beach I ran to meet him; He would come as he had said: And he came—in a sailor's coffin, Dead!... O the ships of the sea! the women They from all hope but Heaven part! The tide has nothing now to tell me, The breakers only break my heart! |
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