VI.— THE FULL HEART

By Robert Nichols

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.