When the long day goes by <br />And I do not see your face, <br />The old wild, restless sorrow <br />Steals from its hiding place. <br /> <br />My day is barren and broken, <br />Bereft of light and song, <br />A sea beach bleak and windy <br />That moans the whole day long. <br /> <br />To the empty beach at ebb tide, <br />Bare with its rocks and scars, <br />Come back like the sea with singing, <br />And light of a million stars.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ebb-tide-2/
