Sunrise On The Sea

High tule and suurlsc on tbc sea, Sprli'g tlde and day's firstdawn: A dy 11 Ke thls once carne to me In jears forcver gone. The crlmson streak tbat licth low Above tbc ocean's breast, Slmne on that sea oí long ago; And meinory uiay uot rest. 'Tls llke the opening of a book Whose leavrs were cloeed by bands Long cold. And dear dead faces look 1 11 mine f rom silent lands; And in my beart awakes a tbrill As of some great rogret Po passion-strong that my proud wlU Must all lts pride forger, And hofioars fill my eyes until Jly quivcring fade is wet High tjde and sunrise on the 8ea, Spring tide and day's llrst dawn; rosy ligut was gloom to me For all lt rested on. A dead hand clasped ritliln my onru- A dcad face ra'scd to mine, A iid on tbat face already ehone A glorv most liiviue; And tai nwaj uprosc a uioan From ocenu's crlmson line. Sunrlfe, sunset, or ebb 01 flow - Wbal matten it to mr; And ivhat if days of long ago Return npon the sea( TIn h aves that foam in erimson strlfe Wbere P6ft and shore have met. And all these thlnga with memories rifo ■ M:y come muí g., and yet, Thpy cannot brlns the dead to llfe, Nul busli one ureat remetí