8
on the beach.
Those eyes on earth no longer shine;
And yet it seems to me
I see their light, O friend, in thine;
They add a tenderness divine
Unto this tremulous sea.
And yet it seems to me
I see their light, O friend, in thine;
They add a tenderness divine
Unto this tremulous sea.
Seen and unseen are interblent;
The waves that hither roll
In whiter curves of foam are spent,
And deeper seems the green content
Of shore, for her sweet soul.
The waves that hither roll
In whiter curves of foam are spent,
And deeper seems the green content
Of shore, for her sweet soul.
Can love be hid in funeral urn,
Or shut within the grave?
Life passes, only to return,
In tints that glow, and stars that burn
Upon the refluent wave.
Or shut within the grave?
Life passes, only to return,
In tints that glow, and stars that burn
Upon the refluent wave.
The land is dearer for the sea,
The ocean for the shore:
These sands of time too drear would be,
If heaven's unguessed eternity
Rolled not our feet before.
The ocean for the shore:
These sands of time too drear would be,
If heaven's unguessed eternity
Rolled not our feet before.
