As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour
   Out by the low sand spaces,
The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore
   With lingering embraces,—
So in the tide of life that carries me
   From where thy true heart dwells,
Waves of my thoughts and memories turn to thee
   With lessening farewells;
Waving of hands; dreams, when the day forgets;
   A care half lost in cares;
The saddest of my verses; dim regrets;
   Thy name among my prayers.
I would the day might come, so waited for,
   So patiently besought,
When I, returning, should fill up once more
   Thy desolated thought;
And fill thy loneliness that lies apart
   In still, persistent pain.
Shall I content thee, O thou broken heart,
   As the tide comes again,
And brims the little sea-shore lakes, and sets
   Seaweeds afloat, and fills
The silent pools, rivers and rivulets
   Among the inland hills?

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 11, 2001; not revised.