When I go up to work the young blue sea br Has not awaked from dreams: br It fades to meet the blue sky mistily: br It gleams. br I say, br 'All day br It will not wake from dreams.' br And yet, when I come back from work, the sea br Has a green sombreness; br As if the hours between were somehow hours br Of stress. br I read br Its need br Of dim forgetfulness.