I laid me down beside the sea, <br />Endless in blue monotony; <br />The clouds were anchored in the sky. <br />Sometimes a sail went idling by. <br /> <br />Upon the shingles on the beach <br />Grey linen was spread out to bleach, <br />And gently with a gentle swell <br />The languid ripples rose and fell. <br /> <br />A fisher-boy, in level line, <br />Cast stone by stone into the brine: <br />Methought I too might do as he, <br />And cast my sorrows on the sea. <br /> <br />The old, old sorrows in a heap <br />Dropped heavily into the deep; <br />But with its sorrow on that day <br />My heart itself was cast away.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lassitude/
