The Watchers

Two women on the lone wet strand (The wind's out with a will to roam) The waves wage war on rocks and sand, (And a ship is long due home.) The sea sprays in the women's eyes— (Hearts can writhe like the sea's wild foam) Lower descend the tempestuous skies, (For the wind's out with a will to roam.) "O daughter, thine eyes be better than mine," (The waves ascend high as yonder dome) "North or south is there never a sign?" (And a ship is long due home.) They watched there all the long night through— (The wind's out with a will to roam) Wind and rain and sorrow for two— (And heaven on the long reach home.)