Break, Break, Break

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1. Break, break, break,
2. On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
3. And I would that my tongue could utter
4. The thoughts that arise in me.
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6. O well for the fisherman’s boy,
7. That he shouts with his sister at play!
8. O well for the sailor lad,
9. That he sings in his boat on the bay!
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11. And the stately ships go on
12. To their haven under the hill;
13. But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
14. And the sound of a voice that is still!
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16. Break, break, break,
17. At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
18. But the tender grace of a day that is dead
19. Will never come back to me.