Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my moorings and sail away, With no response to a friendly hail, In the silent hush of the twilight pale, When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow. Sometime at eve when the tide …
When the crimson rose has faded And our day at last is done; In the forest dark and shaded Blows the tempest, dims the sun. When the night holds us together Shall forgiveness mend the past Will despair bring sunny weather And heal our hearts at last? If we hide within the shadows Will you …
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean– Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, …
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been …
