Along the shore

The waves peer out and chatter

In a gentle voice,

With a friendly gaze,

And lull the dreaming soul

Back to distant days.

From those distant, faded days

They speak furtively

to me, in a gentle voice.

They watch furtively

With a friendly gaze

At the wanderer here on the shore.

To me it is as if all the voices

That ever gently

Moved my soul,

And all the friendly glances,

Repose in those waves.