  I see a schooner in the bay Cutting the current into foam; One day she flies and then one day Comes like a swallow veering home. I hear a water miles away Go sobbing down the wooded glen; One day it lulls and then one day Comes sobbing on the wind again. Remembrance goes but will not stay; That cry of unpermitted pain One day departs and then one day Comes sobbing to my heart again. |
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