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.