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She stood; with lips half parted,
Gazing out upon the sea,
As if listening for a friendly call
From one far o'er the lea.
Gazing out upon the sea,
As if listening for a friendly call
From one far o'er the lea.
I wondered why the child was there,
And why she looked so sad;—
Had she no friend, no loving friend,
To make her young heart glad?
And why she looked so sad;—
Had she no friend, no loving friend,
To make her young heart glad?
The tears ran down her cold wet cheeks,
Her pale lips quivered too;
I longed to ask her childish name,
And gaze in those eyes of blue.
Her pale lips quivered too;
I longed to ask her childish name,
And gaze in those eyes of blue.
But something seemed to hold me back,
And press my heart-strings tight;
And when I turned to look again,
She had vanished from my sight.
And press my heart-strings tight;
And when I turned to look again,
She had vanished from my sight.
I never yet have learned her name,
Or why she wandered there,
Or why she stood, with folded hands,
As though she breathed a prayer.
Or why she wandered there,
Or why she stood, with folded hands,
As though she breathed a prayer.
