There is no line 'twixt sky and sea;
A double veil of dark and cloud
Has conspired to hide from me
Infinity in midnight shroud.
Lightning flashes in the dark,
Is too distant, 'lumines naught.
Silence follows after spark,
Lost, except in lingering thought.
Drizzle, aimless, drops to rest
Tenderly on troubled tide
Even as the sky is pressed
With storm-clouds of the blackest pride.
They break! And with the breaking waves
Cacaphony aquatic raise,
But though the deluge soon has gone
The rolling sea continues on.
