Sand-Memory

Softly the sea

With its handfuls of moonlight,

Taking them in to the beach dusk,

Sifting them over the dark sand

Slowly in wide curves.

Softly and slowly the sea

Scattering moon-bubbles—

Handfuls and armfuls

On dusk-darkened beaches

Over and over—

Telling stories of moon-spray

And night-dripping wings

Over and over and over.

And the sand says nothing;

The sand remembers

And crouches and waits.

It is old as the old sea,

And knows no peace

Till the width of the low tide.