Ebb Tide

    WHEN the long day goes by
        And I do not see your face,
    The old wild, restless sorrow
        Steals from its hiding place.

    My day is barren and broken,
        Bereft of light and song,
    A beach bleak and windy
        That moans the whole day long.

    To the empty beach at ebb tide,
        Bare with its rocks and scars,
    Come back like the sea with singing,
        And light of a million stars.