Chapter 34 No.34

"While, O, my heart! as white sails shiver,

And crowds are passing, and banks stretch wide;

How hard to follow with lips that quiver,

That moving speck on the far-off side!

Farther, farther-I see it-I know it-

My eyes brim over, it melts away,

Only my heart, to my heart shall show it,

As I walk desolate day by day."

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