Sophie Jewett - Separation lyrics

Along the Eastern shore the low waves creep, Making a ceaseless music on the sand, A song that gulls and curlews understand, The lullaby that sings the day to sleep. A thousand miles afar, the grim pines keep Unending watch upon a shoreless land, Yet through their tops, swept by some wizard hand, The sound of surf comes singing up the steep. Sweet, thou canst hear the tidal litany; I, mid the pines land-wearied, may but dream Of the far shore; but though the distance seem Between us fixed, impa**able, to me Cometh thy soul's voice, chanting love's old theme, And mine doth answer, as the pines the sea.