  Where the gray sea lay sad and vast You turned your head away, And we sat silently at last— There was no word to say: By the thunder, By the iron thunder of the sea. We could not speak, for the lost hope Of the glad days before; We sat beside the long sea-slope, Watching the endless shore— By the thunder, By the iron thunder of the sea. So that, as in the old despair, I reached you pleading hands; But you sat pale and helpless there, Beside the barren sands: By the thunder, |
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