Farewell to the Shore
No more by the sands of the ocean we'll slumber,
For now to the hills it is up and away,
Nor tell of the stars in the east-sky their number,
Nor strain for such tidings as sea-winds convey;
No longer we'll list in the pale of the star-light
For cry of some night bird from over still dune;
Nor gaze on the deep toward the flare of a far-light,
Afade in the dull of the dim of the moon.