One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey…..
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey…..
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead!
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead!