I see wild waves that break, and breaking-run; <br />And the wild sea-birds wheeling round the ships; <br />But at the dawn, the coming of the sun, <br />I see your red, red lips. <br /> <br />I see the cold moon now with fresh delight; <br />And the stars arise anew, and yet arise; <br />But in the night, the blackness of the night <br />I see your sad, sad eyes. <br /> <br />I hear the engines throbbing as we ride; <br />And the men’s songs. I hear great throats <br />Rejoice. <br />But in the silence, when all the songs have died, <br />I hear your soft, soft voice.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-445/
