If there is any life when death is over,
⁠These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
⁠As the unchanging, many-colored sea.

If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
⁠Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
⁠Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.