A Question
By the Sea








Bring me a message of hope O sea!
I am weary of waiting—Goes it well
On the low sand dunes where my heart is set?
I have asked of the winds and they cannot tell
If the Love that was all in all to me
Passeth, or liveth yet.

Bring me a message of hope O sea!
I am weary of waiting—the days are long
And there comes to me neither word nor sign
Or in the wind, or the breaker's song,
If the Love that was all in all to me
Has passed or remaineth mine.

Bring me a message of hope O sea!
I am weary of waiting, and winter is come
But there comes to me nothing by land or sea
The lake is frozen, the winds are dumb
And the Love that was all in all to me,
Liveth it yet O sea?