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OFF TO SEA.
From grief you cannot speak, From sobs that make me weak, With your tears upon my cheek,
Let me go.; Oh, never doubt my faith ! When shall I not feel that breath ? I should feel it, girl, in death,
That I know.
They are calling ; I must start;
This moment we must part;
Lips from lips, not heart from heart
Now must go; Yet now one last word say ; Your cheek to mine, Nan, lay ; Let me feel it, leagues away,
Press me so.