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HE is gone with her blue eyes,
Whom I love most,
Gone among the cliffs and fog,
On a far
coast,
She who scatters wit and pride,
From her keen tongue,
She who finds herself so deep,
And is so young,
She whose joy is in sweet words,
And kindliness,
Whom old men love, and little boys,
No whit the less,
Rooms are silent that were glad,
“Seventeen days ago”....
I can feel across my heart....
The great tides flow,
Love, the blind importunate,
Craves touch and sight,
Briefly parting, feels and fears
Eternal night,
Fear is sweeping on the wind,
Like acrid foam,
I have said farewell to peace,
Till SHE comes home…..!
