Flood-Tide

When the sea sobs by lonely shores,
Bleak shores, with shattered boulders strown,
When the dark wind my soul implores
And claims me for its own,—

How weak, how frail the bars that part
This hour from unforgotten years;
The dykes of time are down; my heart
Is swept with love and tears.
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