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Stands a maiden, on the morrow,

Musing by the wave-beat strand,

Half in hope and half in sorrow,

Tracing words upon the sand:

'Shall I ever then behold him

Who hath been my life so long,

Ever to this sick heart told him,

Be the spirit of his song?

Touch not, sea, the blessed letters

I have traced upon thy shore,

Spare his name whose spirit fetters

Mine with love forevermore!'

Swells the tide and overflows it,

But, with omen pure and meet,

Brings a little rose, and throws it

Humbly at the maiden's feet.

Full of bliss she takes the token,

And, upon her snowy breast,

Soothes the ruffled petals broken

With the ocean's fierce unrest.

'Love is thine, O heart! and surely

Peace shall also be thine own,

For the heart that trusteth purely

Never long can pine alone.'