Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts (1860–1943)

GREY rocks, and greyer sea,

And surf along the shore—

And in my heart a name

My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills

Endure the darkening year—

And in my heart endure

A memory and a tear.

Across the tide a sail

That tosses and is gone—

And in my heart the kiss

That longing dreams upon.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea,

And surf along the shore—

And in my heart the face

That I shall see no more.