Night is my sister, and how deep in love
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie--these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand
She could advise you, should you care to hear
Small chance, however, in a storm so black
A man will leavе his friendly fire
For a drowned woman's sakе, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face
Watches beside me in this windy place