Question

Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Seal
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me​

Answer 1

Answer:

And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.