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Show THE HORIZON. Oh would, oh would that thou and I, Xow this brief day of love is past. Could toward the sunset straightway Jiy And fold our wearied wings at last There, where the sea-line meets the sky. A sweet thing and a strange 'twould he Thus, thus to break our prison bars And know that we at last were free As.voiceful waves and silent stars There, where the sky-line meets the sea. But vain the longing! thou and I, As we have been must ever be. Yet thither wind, oh waft my sigh. There, where the sky-line meets the sea There, where the sea-line meets the sky. James Asheroft Xoble. |