I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, <br />A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; <br />I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining, <br />The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. <br /> <br />And such is the fate of our life's early promise, <br />So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; <br />Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs from us, <br />And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. <br /> <br />Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning <br />When passion first waked a new life through his frame, <br />And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, <br />Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-from-the-beach/
