  “When the clover blooms again, And the rain-birds in the rain Make the sad-heart noon seem sweeter And the joy of June completer I shall see his face again!” Of her lover over sea So she whispered happily; And she prayed, while men were sleeping, “Mary, have him in thy keeping As he sails the stormy sea!” White and silent lay his face In a still, green-watered place, Where the long, gray weed scarce lifted, And the sand was lightly sifted |
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