The boats go out and the boats come in <br />Under the wintry sky; <br />And the rain and foam are white in the wind, <br />And the white gulls cry. <br /> <br />She sees the sea when the wind is wild <br />Swept by a windy rain; <br />And her heart's a-weary of sea and land <br />As the long days wane. <br /> <br />She sees the torn sails fly in the foam, <br />Broad on the sky-line gray; <br />And the boats go out and the boats come in, <br />But there's one away.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fisher-s-widow/
