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Charlotte Mary Mew - Sea Love
Work rating: Medium

Tide be runnin` the great world over:
`Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin` the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin` as the sea.

Heer`s the same little fishes that sputter an swim,
Wi` the moon`s old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An` him no more to me mor me to him
Than the wind goin` over my hand.
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