Silent we sat on the hills' bleak side, Swift at our feet rose the heaving tide, Down in the west the red sun died.
Died on the fleecy clouds' soft breast, Died on the bright waves' rearing crest, And dying went to a golden rest.
Brilliant clouds of many a hue Sped o'er the sky and passed from view, Leaving above a clear void of blue.
Purple glowed amid rocks the heath, Soothingly rippled the waves beneath, Hiding the grim rocks' jagged teeth.
Nothing around us moved or stirred, Save the ocean's murmur we only heard The moaning ery of the wild sea-bird.
Glimmered a white sail out afar, Quietly peeped forth the evening star. What such a peaceful scene could mar?
Thoughts of the Of our child t and its fleeting years, changeful smiles and tears, Of our youth with its flickering hopes and fears.
Thoughts of the present fraught with pain, Of longings fierce, and yet so vain.
Of times that can never come again.
Thoughts of the future's destiny, Thoughts about this life's troubled sea, Which bears us on towards eternity.
Eves J. Brewer, Taiyuanfu.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.