This is simply divine: Sea Love by Charlotte Mew (1869-1928) Tide be runnin’ the great world over: ’Twas only last June month I mind that we Was thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the lover So everlastin’ as the sea. Heers the same little fishes that splutter and swim, Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand: An’ him no more to me nor me to him Then the wind goin’ over my hand.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 14:17:07 +0000