  ’ ’’’ ’’’ ’’’ ’ ’’’ ’’’ ’’ Go, go from me sorrowful Wanderer— Go, go from me, tho’ no Man dearer Than thou art. The Stars will revisit me, And Thou not forget me O Ocean. Alone here, alone in my Solitude I’ll sit by the Ocean for ever, And mourn for the Hero so lost to me— So loved by me, Lost, and no omen. Monotonous Waters shall sing to me; Shall sigh to me, sing of my Hero. Immortal like me is my Misery, And when will my Sorrow grow older. Immortal like me is my Love for thee; But mortal like thee, alas, thine is. I have no enchantment to quicken thee, Nor thou to console me with Death. |
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