IN the wan sunlight, when the day was ending,

The chilly autumn day,

I walkt where waves dasht white and lonely, wending

Mine unforgotten way

Across the long, low sands that hem the sea,

Where in the summer days one walkt with me.

Dark clouds blew up from eastward, and the loud land

Rang with the calling wind;

The last red rays lagg'd in a desert cloudland

Of desert west behind;

And on the dull sea-line a single sail

Shone red, far-off, and faded, faint and pale.

The twilight follow'd hard the trailing sunlight

Across the yellow sands;

I walkt and was in darkness, lacking one light,

And empty were my hands.