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FOREVER, like a heart that knows no peace, / Like one who wanders weary to and fro / About the earth, but finds no resting-place, / The sweeping tides of ocean ebb and flow.
Like a discarded lover who entreats / For favor still, and will not be denied, / Up to the beach, with soft, caressing touch / And tearful broken whispers, steals the tide.
But still repulsed, it slow and sad withdraws, / Yet at the dear one's feet its treasures lays, / And turns again, to wail its sorrows out / Through all the hopeless nights and dreary days.