Out of the sunset's red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. --
The sea is still,- and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.
-William Stanley Braithwaite