By the shore of a silent sea, Where the winds are whispers low; I made a wish on the stars set free, For the night to ever glow.

O, that kindness finds its way, That the heavens gently keep; The soft embrace of the sandy bay, Wrapped in the robes of sleep.

And when the morning light breaks through, Casting gold upon the blue, May I walk beside the shore anew, My dear with me, and you.

• Alfred Lord Tennyson