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Into port when the sun was setting

Rode the ship that bore my love,

Over the breakers wildly fretting,

Under the skies that shone above.

Down to the beach I ran to meet him;

He would come as he had said:

And he came – in a sailor's coffin,

Dead!..

O the ships of the sea! the women

They from all hope but Heaven part!

The tide has nothing now to tell me,

The breakers only break my heart!