LO, a house untenanted Stands beside the road of Time; They who lived there once, have fled To some other house and clime. Towers pointing to the sky With long shadows on the ground, Never shade a passerby, Never echo back a sound.
It’s a long way the sea-winds blow
Over the sea-plains blue,—
But longer far has my heart to go
Before its dreams come true.
It’s work we must, and love we must,
And do the best we may,
And take the hope of dreams in trust
To keep us day by day.
It’s a long way the sea-winds blow—
But somewhere lies a shore—
Thus down the tide of Time shall flow
My dreams forevermore.