Some Verses: Sonnets: THE TIDE OF THE HEART

Love, when you leave me, as with moon-bent tide / The glad waves leave the beaches of my heart; / Slowly and indolently they depart / Ripple by ripple, till the light has died / And left the naked sands forlorn to bide / The sea's return. No might of human power / Can fill the empty waste, nor take one hour / From that long durance in Earth's prison wide.

But when you come again, and hold your hands / Dear hands, outstretched to take me, then, the waves, / They turn, full flooded on the fainting sands, / And all the dimpled hollows smile again, / And brimmed with life, the deep mysterious caves / Forget the distant night of lonely pain.

PART II. POEMS