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Good-night! until to-morrow, dear; You go to rest, and I still here Will dream of all you do and say; Will contemplate, as lovers may, Each thing you've touched, with eyes that find Your form in all you leave behind.

Your presence, and the joy that fills The heart and soul with countless thrills Is still beside me, and the ship Throbs out with every rise and dip The words that uttered once shall be My music through eternity.