Cool salt air and the white waves breaking
⁠Restless, eager, along the strand;
An evening sky and a sunset glory
⁠Fading over the sea and land;

We two sitting alone together
⁠Side by side, in the waning light;
Before us the throbbing waste of waters,
⁠Behind us the sand-heaps, drifted white.

Ships were sailing into the distance,
⁠Down to the lands where the sun had gone;
The rough fresh wind blew o'er our faces,
⁠And the shadows of night crept slowly on.

Is it a dream that I remember —
⁠Some ghost of a hope that will come no more;
We two sitting alone together,
⁠Hand in hand, on the ocean shore?