John Bannister Tabb

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At twilight, on the open sea,
We passed, with breath of melody--
A song, to each familiar, sung
In accents of an alien tongue.

We could not see each other's face,
Nor through the growing darkness trace
Our destinies; but brimming eyes
Betrayed unworded sympathies.

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