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Out of sight,
 Out of mind!
Could the light
 Prove unkind?

Can the sun
 Quite forget
What was done
 Ere he set?

Does the moon
 When she wanes
Leave no tune
 That remains

In the void
 Shell of night
Overcloyed
 With her light?

Must the shore
 At low tide
Feel no more
 Hope or pride,

No intense
 Joy to be,
In the sense
 Of the sea—

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