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Stretching eyes west

Over the sea,

Wind foul or fair,

Always stood she

Prospect-impressed;

Solely out there

Did her gaze rest,

Never elsewhere

Seemed charm to be.

Always eyes east

Ponders she now —

As in devotion —

Hills of blank brow

Where no waves plough.

Never the least

Room for emotion

Drawn from the ocean

Does she allow.