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I AM like one that for long days had sate, / With seaward eyes set keen against the gale, / On some lone foreland, watching sail by sail, / The portbound ships for one ship that was late; / And sail by sail, his heart burned up with joy, / And cruelly was quenched, until at last / One ship, the looked-for pennant at its mast, / Bore gaily, and dropt safely past the buoy; / And lo! the loved one was not there-was dead.
Then would he watch no more; no more the sea / With myriad vessels, sail by sail, perplex / His eyes and mock his longing. Weary head, / Take now thy rest; eyes, close; for no more me / Shall hopes untried elate, or ruined vex.