  Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore— And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. The high and lonely hills Endure the darkening year— And in my heart endure A memory and a tear. Across the tide a sail That tosses, and is gone— And in my heart the kiss That longing dreams upon. Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore— And in my heart the face That I shall see no more. |
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