The night is still,
The white stars listen,
As over the seaward hill
Slowly rolls, rolls
The deep, foam-muffled thunder
Of the everlasting sea,
Flooding my soul
With speechless wonder.
— Even the sheltered bay is a-thrill
With the mystery
Of ocean breathing to rest
Along the shore.

Woman of mine, who came to me
Out of the everlasting sea,
Through lonely grief and horror of war,
Forsaking all you loved, to find
In sacrifice Love's victory:
Comrade of mine whose little foot
Stamped in the dust the venomed hate,
That strove to hiss you from your mate,
How perfectly
Our everlasting sea
Of Love enfolds us now
— Life's deathless symbol of eternity.