Three Poems of Arthur Symonds [sic]

O Water, voice of my heart,
Crying in the sand, 
All night long crying
with mournful cry.
As I lie and listen,
and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side,
or the voice of the sea.
O water, water,
crying for rest,
Is it I? is it I?
All night long 
The water is crying to me.

The boats go out and the boats come in
Under the wintry sky.
And the rain and the foam are white in the wind
And all the gulls cry. 

She sees the sea when the wind is wild
Swept by the windy rain
And her heart's a-weary of sea and land
As the long days wane.  

She sees the torn sails fly in the foam
Broad on the sky line gray.
And the boats go out and the boats come in
But there's one away. 

The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June.
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June,
A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I
Wait too, with June.
Come, through the lingering afternoon,
Soon, love, come soon.