Poems: REGRETS by Alice Meynell — Read

As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour / Out by the low sand spaces, / The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore / With lingering embraces, --

So in the tide of life that carries me / From where thy true heart dwells, / Waves of my thoughts and memories turn to thee / With lessening farewells;

Waving of hands; dreams, when the day forgets; / A care half lost in cares; / The saddest of my verses; dim regrets; / Thy name among my prayers.

I would the day might come, so waited for, / So patiently besought, / When I, returning, should fill up once more / Thy desolated thought;

And fill thy loneliness that lies apart / In still, persistent pain. / Shall I content thee, O thou broken heart, / As the tide comes again,

And brims the little sea-shore lakes, and sets / Seaweeds afloat, and fills / The silent pools, rivers and rivulets / Among the inland hills?