The Argosy — page 347: what you’re looking at

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MUNNAR budbuluulluy yuu , OVER THE SEA. {1 aM looking back through the days and weeks That le in the shadowy land of yore, And a waking spirit stirs and speaks— The spirit of dead years gone before. Speaks with a murmur of mournful sighs, In a voice that carries the sound of tears, . And lighting the lamp of its passionate eyes, ; It opens the shroud of the buried years. S The wind is blowing up from the wold, _ The stars are shining down on the sea, But the wind is bleak, and the light is cold, And ‘tis only of pain they speak to me. —— —_ae mere For the wind once toyed with a silken tress, And the stars once shone on a saintly face ; And how can a faithful love grow less? = Or a new love take the old love’s place? > The sea is swirling up to my feet, Singing its monody, soft and low; But the song of the sea is deadly sweet, For I mind how it slew me years ago. We had been parted, I and she, With many a hundred miles between, And now she was coming across the sea, (Oh, the sky was blue and the waves were green!) Coming—and yet she never came! : Meeting—and yet-we met no more! - She heard me not when I called her name, Though the dead might have heard me on that shore. Oh, Love, though my eyes but dimly see, There is Hope in my pathway where I tread— That over the sea thou wilt sail to me, In the day when the sea gives up her dead. J. T. BurToN WoLLaAsTon., comicbooks.com