The Watcher

THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,

The ache in my heart's core, and hope so hard to die--

Ah me, but the day's long--and all the sails go by!

The long road and the dark shore, pools with stars aflame,

The ache in my heart's core, the hope I dare not name--

Ah, me, but the night's long--and every night the same!

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