The Sadness of the Sea
J. Purser
You watery sands half hidden in mists,
Where the gull paddles, and the squirting lugworm burrows,
Where grey lights from the clouds make long lines to the shore,
Where the solitary cockleshell lies, and the broken basket's ribs
Cradle the limp corpse of a crab, what do you mean to man?
Melancholy, the wreck of all being, silence, sorrow, desertion.