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IN THE POLAR SEAS.
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Deeper and deeper struck the deadly cold,
Even my love was wrapped in snowy sleep ;
My hand had ceased to grope for thine ; mine eyes,
Frozen to blankness, would not stir nor weep.
I laid me down beside the green grey sea,
And said " Tis well ; he will not seek for me."
The time went on, — I think a thousand years,
For I was old, and young again, and old, —
Until a sudden glory struck the skies,
Above the horizon shone a globe of gold :
The sun has risen o'er the crimson sea —
O love ! is't true, hast come to seek for me ?
