John Bannister Tabb

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The sun is gone; & the forsaken sea--
Her glance a tear
Wherein all depths of tenderness appear--
Looks back at me,
Where I upon the strand,
The centre of the lone horizon, stand
Forlorn as she,
To know that when her darkness drifts away
Mine own must stay.

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