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How sickto waitin any placebut thine
I knew last nightwhen someone tried to twine
Thinkingperhapsthat I looked tiredor alone
Or breakingalmostwith unspoken pain
And I turnedducal
That rightwas thine
One portsufficesfor a Briglike mine
Ours be the tossingwild though the sea
Rather than a Mooringunshared by thee.
Ours be the Cargounladedhere
Rather than the "spicy isles"
And thounot there