Spray
- I knew you thought of me all night,
- I knew, though you were far away;
- I felt your love blow over me
- As if a dark wind-riven sea
- Drenched me with quivering spray.
- There are so many ways to love
- And each way has its own delight --
- Then be content to come to me
- Only as spray the beating sea
- Drives inland through the night.
- Sara Teasdale
