Classic Poem

O take me back to those low-lying lands
I used to love. I want that inlet's tide
That runs out moaning 'twixt the yellow fields
To where the shimmering blue is rippling wide,
And lay my broken body on the sands
Where strong and sparse marsh-grasses wave above
The salty earth that bears them; let me rest,
For I am very tired of faithless love.

And let me feel upon my pallid mouth
The wind's rough, friendly kisses, cold and clean,
Against the lips that can but shape a moan,
Where warmer, falser kisses once have been.
I want to lay my cheek on kindly earth,
I want to see the truthful sky above,
I want those old things I have long forgot,
For I am very tired of faithless love.