The Watcher
THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,
The ache in my heart’s core, and hope so hard to die—
Ah me, but the day’s long—and all the sails go by!
The long road and the dark shore, pools with stars aflame,
The ache in my heart’s core, the hope I dare not name—
Ah, me, but the night’s long—and every night the same!