Sara Teasdale — Spray

I knew you thought of me all night,        &nbsp I knew, though you were far away;        &nbsp       &nbsp I felt your love blow over me        &nbsp       &nbsp As if a dark wind-riven sea        &nbsp Drenched me with quivering spray. There are so many ways to love        &nbsp And each way has its own delight—        &nbsp       &nbsp Then be content to come to me        &nbsp       &nbsp Only as spray the beating sea        &nbsp Drives inland through the night.