“O H , where shall I find rest?”
Sighed the Wind from the west;
“I've sought in vain o'er dale and down,
Through tangled woodland, tarn and town,
But found no rest.”

“Rest thou ne'er shalt find . . .”
Answered Love to the Wind;
“For thou and I, and the great grey sea
May never rest till Eternity
Its end shall find.”