SHE SITS beside the tinted tide, <br />That’s reddened by the tortured sand; <br />And through the East, to ocean wide, <br />A vessel sails from sight of land. <br /> <br />But she will wait and watch in vain, <br />For it is said in Cupid’s lore, <br />“That he who loved will love again, <br />And sweethearts wait on every shore.”<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweethearts-wait-on-every-shore/
