IX
By the Sea. Spray
 

I knew you thought of me all night,
  I knew, though you were far away;
    I felt your love blow over me
    As if a dark wind-riven sea
  Drenched me with quivering spray.

There are so many ways to love
  And each way has its own delight --
    Then be content to come to me
    Only as spray the beating sea
  Drives inland through the night.