O patient shore, thou canst not go to meet <br />Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest <br />Thou all thy loneliness? Art thou at rest, <br />When, loosing his strong arms from round thy feet, <br />He turns away? Know'st thou, however sweet <br />That other shore may be, that to thy breast <br />He must return? And when in sterner test <br />He folds thee to a heart which does not beat, <br />Wraps thee in ice, and gives no smile, no kiss, <br />To break long wintry days, still dost thou miss <br />Naught from thy trust? Still wait, unfaltering, <br />The higher, warmer waves which leap in spring? <br />O sweet, wise shore, to be so satisfied! <br />O heart, learn from the shore! Love has a tide!<br /><br />Helen Hunt Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tides-4/
