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1858–1941

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Rennell Rodd

The wide seas lay before us The moon was late to rise, The skies were starry o’ er us And Love was in our eyes;

And “like those stars, abiding,” You whispered “Love shall be,” Then one great star went gliding Right down into the sea.

Since then beyond recalling How many moons have set! And still the stars keep falling, But the sky is starry yet:

And I look up and wonder If they can hear and know, For still we walk asunder, And that was years ago.

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