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The Lean Lover.
I paced, an easy rambler,
Along the surf-washed shore—
And watched the noble freightage
The swelling ocean bore.
I met a moody fellow
Who thus discoursed his wo—
'Across the inconstant waters,
Deceitful woman, go!
'I loved that beauteous lady—
More truly wight ne'er loved—
I loved that high-born lady,
My faith she long had proved':
Her troth to me she plighted
With passion's amorous show—
Go o'er the inconstant waters,
Ungrateful worldling, go!
'Be mine yon cliff-perched chapel
Which beetles o'er the deep;
