Eight Harvard Poets/Sea-burial
<poem>OVER the sands the swollen tide came creeping, Over the sands beneath the gleaming moon; At first it seemed a child's uncertain croon, And then a sound of many mourners weeping. Then all at once a crested wave was sweeping Around the still form in the moonlight there, Twining its silver fingers in her hair. … And yet it could not rouse her from her sleeping.
With dawn the tide went seaward, bearing her In its strong arms that clung so tenderly, And laid her in a strange place far away Where the tall seaweeds rise and never stir. … And there she sleeps, while pass alternately The brooding night and the green luminous day.<poem>