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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Moon And Sea
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You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
The tide of hope swells high within my breast,
And hides the rough dark rockes of life`s unrest
When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.
But when that loving face is turned from me,
Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,
And earth`s dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.
You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.
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