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The wind was gusting to and fro

I hunched down on the pier-

The wood was creaking, thunder rolled

And yet I strained my ears

The ship whose sails I longed to see

The boom’s crash that I sought

The call of sailors o’er the wind

Was naught but in my thoughts.

Although I prayed with all my heart

For the sea to let him go

I felt deep down ’twas not to be-

He’ll sleep in the brine below.