The voice among the dunes

I have heard the sea-wind sighing

Where the dune-grasses grow,

The sighing of the dying

Where the salt tides flow.

For where the salt tides flow

The sullen dead are lifting

Tired arms, and to and fro

Are idly drifting.

So through the grey dune-grasses

Not the wind only cries,

But a dim sea-wrought Shadow

Breathes drownëd sighs.