Through Time And Bitter Distance"[1]

Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.         The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine     May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war,         Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine,     That I have sought, reflected in the blue         Of these sea depths, some shadow of your eyes;     Have hoped the laughing waves would sing of you,         But this is all my starving sight descries -     I     Far out at sea a sail         Bends to the freshening breeze,     Yields to the rising gale         That sweeps the seas;     II     Yields, as a bird wind-tossed,         To saltish waves that fling     Their spray, whose rime and frost         Like crystals cling     III     To canvas, mast and spar,         Till, gleaming like a gem,     She sinks beyond the far         Horizon's hem.     IV     Lost to my longing sight,         And nothing left to me     Save an oncoming night, -         An empty sea.