You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: <br />The tide of hope swells high within my breast, <br />And hides the rough dark rocks of life’s unrest <br />When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. <br />But when that loving face is turned from me, <br />Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, <br />And earth’s dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. <br />You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-and-sea/
