Beside the Sea
Daily the fishers’ sails drift out
Upon the ocean’s breast,
But nightly, like white courier doves,
They all come home to rest.
Would my lost faith and trust in thee
Were sails far out the main, ―
That in these lonely, sleepless nights
They might come home again.
"Beside the Sea" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).
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