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IN TUSCANY: SEA-BREEZE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: THE KEEN SHARP SCENT OF THE SEA COMES OVER THE FIELDS
Last Line: WITH THE BREEZE THAT BRINGS ME THE KEEN SHARP SCENT OF THE SEA.
THE keen sharp scent of the sea comes over the fields,
And brings me a thought of the silent, perilous sea;
Of the shadowy ship that is drifting away with thee;
That is bearing the face that I love so far from me,
Leaving me here alone with a memory
Of the joys that were and never more will be;
Of the hand that touched my hand so tenderly,
Of the voice that said "Farewell!" so mournfully.
These are the thoughts that come to me over the fields
With the breeze that brings me the keen sharp scent of the sea.



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