Let me lie in an unremembered place With sorrel red about me and currants swaying, Let the cool darkness fall upon my face -- I only want to hear waves playing. I only ask this thing, sound of the sea, Clean water shifting under a granite ledge, Spindrift flying wildly by a tree, The sound of wind among the sedge. Life must go on, tomorrow and tomorrow, Night following night and day following day; Give me the one thing, Life, that I desire -- The sound of wheeling gulls and waves at play. |