My mistress and my love is like the sea
To which I am, despite my wish, the shore:
She flows forever far away from me
So that sometimes I fear I shall no more
Behold her; her horizon lies beyond
My farthest ken, and I am without cheer.
Yet with the tides I find that I am fond:
For she will wax again and grow so near
That I can touch her. Then no intertidal
Stands between our loves, and I am sure
Though there are times the sand may still divide all
Our love, there will be others that can cure
This sadness, and return her to my coast
Where I can clasp the one I love the most.
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