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Night is my sister, and how deep in love, / How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore, / There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie-these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand, / Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near, / Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand, / She could advise you, should you care to hear.
Small chance, however, in a storm so black, / A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, / Watches beside me in this windy place.