by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Spray
Language: English 
I knew you thought of me all night,
I knew, though you were far away;
  I felt your love blow over me
  As if a dark wind-riven sea
Drenched me with quivering spray.

There are so many ways to love
And each way has its own delight --
  Then be content to come to me
  Only as spray the beating sea
Drives inland through the night.

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