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I awoke upon the ocean, On the patient, toiling sea, And all alone without thee, With the waters round me dripping, With the waves about me lapping, In the wasteness of the sea. And the moon did build a pathway O’er the rolling wall of sea. By that silver path I sought thee, With the waters round me dripping, And the waves about me lapping, In the thunder of the sea. Nor path need build the moonbeam, Nor wall can make the sea; For now thou art beside me, With the waters round us dripping, With the waves about us lapping, In the glory of the sea.
