The cowled waves are chanting

I'm called again to the shore

beneath arched clouds

slanting the day’s last radiance

 

Perpetual hymns are hung

wavering in the mists

in rolling waves the chorus sung

by the tenant tern

 

white-frothed robes waver

beneath the choir

proceed in a slow stroll

down into the night

 

and this whole structure

made complete for me

is abandoned by all

but the tenant tern

in its abbey by the sea