Saturday, 26 July 2014

Day 736: Ebb Tide

Lyrical and lovely, Sara Teasdale:

Ebb Tide - Sara Teasdale 

When the long day goes by
 And I do not see your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow
 Steals from its hiding place.

My day is barren and broken,
 Bereft of light and song,
A sea beach bleak and windy
 That moans the whole day long.

To the empty beach at ebb tide,
 Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come back like the sea with singing,
 And light of a million stars. 

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