Author Clement Wood What if I coasted near the shore Of ultimate utter sleep ā You were the tide that swung me back Into the living deep. I did not heed what all the world Held in its proud embrace; But it was life to hear you speak, And heaven to see your face. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments