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 sea 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.