Lament
A thousand years the wind has seared
All down the glitt'ring quay;
A thousand more
Shall pass before
My love return to me.
The merry chime doth peal the time
In steeple-bell decree;
But long shall bells
Ring fun'ral knells
Ere he return to me.
O! Ninety days of doleful lays
Shall mete my sorrow's fee,
And ninety years
Of bitter tears,
Ere he come home to me.
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