If you could sit with me beside the sea to–day
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o’er and o’er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray
And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore

If you could sit with me upon the shore to–day
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old
I think I should not mind the chill baptismal spray
Nor find my hand and heart and all the world so cold

If you could walk with me upon the strand to–day
And tell me that my longing love had won your own
I think all my sad thoughts would then be put away
And I could give back laughter for the Ocean’s moan!