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1878–1952

III

Alfred Browning Stanley Tennyson

She laid her down on a sandy ledge, Alone, And buried her face amid the sedge And mourned till eve for a broken pledge,

Alone, And the great grey sea began to moan Gathering noise from depths unknown And boomed with a hollow undertone

“Alone, alone, alone.”

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