| Waves (1920) by |
| from Poetry, October 1920 |
Waves[]
Olas de Con Con, 2013. Photo by Eduardo Egaña. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
One by one upon my shore
The little waves are laid,
Each one a new and perfect thing
Which the sea has made.
From that which is forever old
They come, forever young,
The latest, faintest echoes
Of the song the sea has sung.
They echo it in whispers.
I listen ceaselessly,
For fear the echoes die away
And I should hear the sea.
This poem is in the public domain