Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing <br /> Where the starlike sea gulls soar; <br />The sun was keen and the foam was blowing <br /> High on the rocky shore. <br /> <br />But now in the dusk the tide is turning, <br /> Lower the sea gulls soar, <br />And the waves that rose in resistless yearning <br /> Are broken forevermore.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tides-2/
