thsowers

Alone on the shore in the pause of the night-time, I stand and I hear the long wind blow light, I view the constellations quietly, quietly burning; I hear the wave fall in the hush of the night

Long after I am dead, ended this bitter journey, Many another whose heart holds no light, Shall your solemn sweetness, hush, awe, and comfort, O my companions, Wind, Waters, Stars, and Night.