BY THE NORTH SEAHer cheek was wet with North Sea spray,We walked where tide and shinglemeet;The long waves rolled from far awayTo purr in ripples at our feet.And as we walked it seemed to meThat three old friends had met thatday,The old, old sky, the old, old sea,And love, which is as old as they.Out seaward hung the brooding mistWe saw it rolling, fold on fold,And marked the great Sun alchemistTurn all its leaden edge to gold,Look well, look well, oh lady mine,The gray below, the gold above,For so the grayest life may shineAll golden in the light of love.
Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,We walked where tide and shinglemeet;The long waves rolled from far awayTo purr in ripples at our feet.And as we walked it seemed to meThat three old friends had met thatday,The old, old sky, the old, old sea,And love, which is as old as they.Out seaward hung the brooding mistWe saw it rolling, fold on fold,And marked the great Sun alchemistTurn all its leaden edge to gold,Look well, look well, oh lady mine,The gray below, the gold above,For so the grayest life may shineAll golden in the light of love.