There came to me softly a small wind from the sea. <br />And it lifted a curl as it passed by me. <br />But I sang sorrow and ho the heavy day! <br />And I sang heigho and well-away! <br /> <br />Again there came softly a small wind from the sea, <br />And it lifted a curl as it passed by me. <br />And still I sang sorrow and ho the heavy day! <br />And I sang heigho and well-away! <br /> <br />Once more there came softly that small wind from the sea, <br />And it lifted a curl as it passed by me. <br />I hushed my song of sorrow and ho the heavy day, <br />And I hushed my heigho and well-away. <br /> <br /> <br />Then, when I was silent, that small wind from the sea, <br />It came the fourth time tenderly to me; <br />To me, to me, <br />Sitting by the sea, <br />Sitting sad and solitary thinking of thee. <br />Like warm lips it touched me-that soft wind from the sea, <br />And I trembled and wept as it passed by me.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-680/
