The Watcher

THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,

The ache in my heart's core, and hope so hard to die —

Ah me, but the day's long — and all the sails go by!

The long road and the dark shore, pools with stars aflame,

The ache in my heart's core, the hope I dare not name —

Ah, me, but the night's long — and every night the same!