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ALONE BY THE BAY.

E is gone. O my heart, he is gone;
 And the sea remains and the sky
And the skiffs flit in and out,
 And the white-winged yachts go by.

The waves run purple and green,
 And the sunshine glints and glows,
And freshly across the Bay
 The breath of the morning blows.

I liked it better last night,
 When the dark shut down on the main,
And the phantom fleet lay still,
 And I heard the waves complain.