Bread upon the Waters by D.H. Lawrence — Read

SO you are lost to me! / Ah you, you ear of corn straight lying, / What food is this for the darkly flying / Fowls of the Afterwards!

White bread afloat on the waters, / Cast out by the hand that scatters / Food untowards,

Will you come back when the tide turns? / After many days? My heart yearns / To know.

Will you return after many days / To say your say as a traveller says, / More marvel than woe?

Drift then, for the sightless birds / And the fish in shadow-waved herds / To approach you.

Drift then, bread cast out; / Drift, lest I fall in doubt, / And reproach you.

For you are lost to me!