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BARBARA
I
I SAW three ships go sailing,
And two I’ve seen come back;
A ship of war, and a merchant ship,—
And the third was a fisher-smack.
The first is back with glory,
The next with treasure stor’d.—
But the little smack, she’ll ne’er be back,
That had my love aboard.
II
Seven riding-lights but now;
Now, only three.
And still creeps the sheeted fog
Across the numb sea.
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