But, Oh, beyond the two of them,
Beyond the height and blue of them,
I'm looking for the sea.
A blue sea—a crooning sea—
A grey sea lashed with foam—
But, Oh, to take the drift of it,
To know the surge and lift of it,
And 'tis I am longing for it as the homeless long for home.
I never dream at night-time
Or close my eyes by day,