Classic Poem

Two women on the lone wet strand
—(The wind's out with a will to roam)
The waves wage war on rocks and sand,
—(And a ship is long due home.)

The sea sprays in the women's eyes—
—(Hearts can writhe like the sea's wild foam)
Lower descend the tempestuous skies,
—(For the wind's out with a will to roam.)

“O daughter, thine eyes be better than mine,”
—(The waves ascend high as yonder dome)
“North or south is there never a sign?”
—(And a ship is long due home.)

They watched there all the long night through—
—(The wind's out with a will to roam)
Wind and rain and sorrow for two,—
—(And heaven on the long reach home.)