The Twilit Waters

Far out in the grey murmurous twilight

I hear the tide forging slowly through husht

waters. No sound else: neither scream of sea-mew,

nor harsh cry of heron, nor the idle song

of the wind: only the steadfast forging of the

tide through the husht waters of twilit seas.

O steadfast onward tide, O gloaming-hidden

palpitating seas!