His unimagined strength, and we
Are scattered far, like autumn leaves,
Or proudly sail, like ships at sea.
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Wind over the Sea
Only a grey sea, and a long grey shore,
And the grey heavens brooding over them.
Twilight of hopes and purposes forgot,
Twilight of ceaseless eld, and when was youth?
Is it not lonely here, beyond the years?