While the white caps, like gravestones,
Were dotted here and there above
Drowned sailors' whitening bones.
An aged woman oft wistfully
Looks out to sea at the morn,
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And hopes and watches anxiously
For her sailor love's return.
Two broken hearts by that winter's wreck, -
His bitter anguish, her lasting woe;
Ruined forever two happy lives; -
Alas! alas! 't is often so.
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