Secret and silent their footsteps fall,
Yet what they but whisper I’ve guessed aright.
And the birds know it too, each gull and each tern
Sea-swallows skimming the sunset rocks,
Bird after bird in fast following flocks
Homeward wheeling, they pause to learn.
Then away to the West, where the light has gone,
And the sea rolls dumbly, the night comes on.