That throbs in the quivering sand.
Hush! hush!
Each requiem tone as it dies,
With a soul that is parting, sighs;
For the tide rolls back from the pulseless clay
As the foam in the tempest flies.
Hush! hush!
O throb of the restless sea!
All hearts are attuned to thee—
All pulses beat with thine ebb and flow