Break, break, break,

X X / X / X /On thy cold gray stones, O sea!

X / X / X / X / X

And I would that my tongue could utter

X / X X / X /The thoughts that arise in me.

X / X X / X X /O, well for the fisherman's boy,

X X / X X / X X /

That he shouts with his sister at play!

X / X X / X /O, well for the sailor lad,

X X / X X / X X /That he sings in his boat on the

bay!

X X / X / X /And the stately ships go on

X X / X / X X /To their haven under the hill;

X / X X / X X / X /But O for the touch of a vanished

hand,

X X / X X / X X /And the sound of a voice that is

still!

Break, break, break,

X X / X X / X /At the foot of thy crags, O sea!

X X / X / X X / X X /

But the tender grace of a day that is dead

X / X X / X /Will never come back to me.

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