I HEAR the waves to-night Piteously calling, calling Though the light Of the kind moon is falling, Like kisses, on the sea That calls for sunshine, dear, as my soul calls for thee. I see the sea lie gray Wrinkling her brows in sorrow, Hear her say: -- "Bright love of yesterday, return to-morrow, Sun, I am thine, am thine!" Oh sea, thy love will come again, but what of mine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |