Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
And ever on its track will flee
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.
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I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
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The poor man's sins are glaring;
In the face of ghostly warning
He is caught in the fact
Of an overt act---
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Instead of sitting wrapped up in flannel
With rheumatism in every joint,
I wish I was in the English Channel,
Just going 'round the Lizard Point
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Saint Laura, in her sleep of death,
Preserves beneath the tomb
---'Tis willed where what is willed must be---
In incorruptibility
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THE LADY.
O cavalier! what dost thou here,
Thy tuneful vigils keeping;
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Long night succeeds thy little day;
Oh blighted blossom! can it be,
That this grey stone, and grassy clay,
Have clos'd our anxious care of thee?
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My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone I build
My castles in the air.
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