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.
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