Why do you follow me to sea?
And steer astern, as tho' you hide.
Would you keep more way on me
If you capsized and died?
I will ride the rippling tide
Make my blue, sapphire Bay.
Tho' blind regret has salt tears cried.
My sails are set ... At no delay.
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