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I dwell alone, -- I dwell alone, alone, / Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, / Gilded with flashing boats / That bring no friend to me: / O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, / O love-pangs, let me be.
Fair fall the freighted boats which gold and stone / And spices bear to sea: / Slim, gleaming maidens swell their mellow notes, / Love-promising, entreating, -- / Ah! sweet, but fleeting, -- / Beneath the shivering, snow-white sails. / Hush! the wind flags and fails, -- / Hush! they will lie becalmed in sight of strand, -- / Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone; / Their songs wake singing echoes in my land, -- / They cannot hear me moan.