Tide be runnin' the great world over: <br />'Twas only last June month I mind that we <br />Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the lover <br />So everlastin' as the sea. <br /> <br />Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim, <br />Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand; <br />An' him no more to me mor me to him <br />Than the wind goin' over my hand.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-love/
