As I went through the rustling grasses,
Over the long, low dune,
I saw on the sands two lovers,
And I saw the waves and the moon.

And I heard the unaltering murmur
Of the sea and a wind that stirred;
And I heard the lovers breathing,
Breathing many a soft, sweet word.

And because I too am a lover,
And my love is far from me,
I hated the two on the sand there,
And the moon and the sand and the sea.