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THE wind is crying in the night, / Like a lost child; / The waves break wonderful and white / And wild.
The drenched sea-poppies swoon along / The drenched sea-wall, / And there's an end of summer and of song- / An end of all.
The fingers of the tortured boughs / Gripped by the blast / Clutch at the windows of your house / Closed fast.
And the lost child of love, despair, / Cries in the night, / Remembering how once those windows were / Open and bright.