The Old Sea Wall

Oh, you who go hurrying, worrying by With never a cry or a call, Saw you a lad who was standing here On the crest of the old sea wall?

I saw him last night in the twilight As the long low breakers rolled, And across the bay in the chapel An evening bell was tolled.

And we looked at each other a moment And then from each other we turned, But I read in his eyes of a longing That a merciless world had spurned.

Oh, have you no answer to make me, All you who go hastening past, And though I am late will none tell me Where he was standing last?

Like a whisper I hear from the sea wall, Where the waters are troubled below, A murmur of wavelets complaining, And the fate of the lad I know.

Spin onward, old world, to your ending. The hearts that you break and condemn Will someday rise madly against you, Reversing your judgment of them.