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?
Song Iv
Edith Nesbit
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Poem topics: light, moon, night, sorrow, sun, sunshine, dear, soul, bright, return, yesterday, hear, thine, sea, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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