Marie Joussaye, The Songs that Quinte Sang — By the Sea (1895)
“ Where the curling waves o’er the wet sands creep, And my heart responds to the sea’s sad moan As all in vain for my love I weep. O my dear, dead love! my only love, O love that I loved so fond and true, Do you ever look down from your home above, Or think of the heart that is aching for you? ”
