  T The eager sun comes gladly from the sea; Remembering that one short year ago He rose from unknown worlds of light below Those same far waves, to shine on you and me Standing together on the shore;—but we Are strangely far apart to-day; and so The saddened sun with lingering step and slow Climbs the horizon, wondering not to see Your face beside mine; nor can understand As we do, dear, that you and I to-day,— Though million miles of ocean or of land And centuries of time between us lay,— Are nearer to each other than when hand |
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