The Song of the Sea

I. Into the deep sea flows the tide, In ceaseless whisper, sweet and wide; The solemn waves of doom and grace Toss on the night with solemn face.

II. It calls to those who seek the land, The soul—the thought—a spectral hand; For peace is in the silent tears, The gentle wisdom of the years.

III. So walk with me, O gentle night, Letched by the lost stars’ silver light, Till dawn shall come with her soft breath, And sing to us the song of death.

• Robert Buchanan