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 As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass 
close to each other in the naked breadth of read more 
 As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass 
close to each other in the naked breadth of the ocean, nay, 
sometimes even touch in the dark. 
 Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
 When, moment on moment, there rushes between
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 Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
 When, moment on moment, there rushes between
  The one and the other, a sea;--
   Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
    A gleam on the years that shall be! 
 As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
 On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
  And having read more 
 As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
 On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
  And having met, drift once again apart,
   So, fleeting is the intercourse of men.
    E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade
     Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes,
      Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways,
       So men meet friends, then part with them for ever. 
 When shall we three meet again
 In thunder, lightning, or in rain?  
 When shall we three meet again
 In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 
 Alas, by what rude fate
 Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
  Then part forever read more 
 Alas, by what rude fate
 Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
  Then part forever on their courses fleet. 
 And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
 To sail o'er silent seas again.  
 And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
 To sail o'er silent seas again. 
 Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
 Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
  So on the sea of life, read more 
 Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
 Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
  So on the sea of life, alas!
   Man nears man, meets, and leaves again. 
 We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
 Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
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 We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
 Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
  One little hour! and then, away they speed
   On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
    To meet no more. 
 Like a plank of driftwood
 Tossed on the watery main,
  Another plank encountered,
   Meets, read more 
 Like a plank of driftwood
 Tossed on the watery main,
  Another plank encountered,
   Meets, touches, parts again;
    So tossed, and drifting ever,
     On life's unresting sea,
      Men meet, and greet, and sever,
       Parting eternally.