William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.
Sea Sand
O E
How can I sleep, while all around
Floats rainy fragrance and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
I love you, I love you, oh what have I
That I can give you in return—
Except my body after I die?
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone,
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea—
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky,
Diving into the sea;
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sun-swept dunes and call my name.