To their haven under the hill;
But, O, for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
BESIDE THE DEAD
By Ina Coolbrith
(One of the finest sonnets in the English language)