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Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
 And surf along the shore—
And in my heart a name
 My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills
 Endure the darkening year—
And in my heart endure
 A memory and a tear.

Across the tide a sail
 That tosses, and is gone—
And in my heart the kiss
 That longing dreams upon.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
 And surf along the shore—
And in my heart the face
 That I shall see no more.