Sea Love
Tide be runnin' the great world over:
'twas only last June month I mind that we
was thinking the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
so everlastin' as the sea.
Here's the same little fishes that sputter and swim,
wi' the moon's old glim on the gray, wet sand;
an' him no more to me nor me to him
than the wind goin' over my hand.
--Charlotte Mew (1869-1928)
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