If thou wert standing by yon tide, br And I were standing by thy side, br Methinks a death I could contrive, br Pleasanter than the life I live. br For I would lay me at thy feet, br And like a snowy winding-sheet, br The foaming fringes of the sea br Should roll themselves all over me, br And draw me but a little way br Into that cradle huge and gray, br And rock me all so tenderly, br And sing one sobbing lullaby, br And then unwind their foldings deep, br And lay me gently, fast asleep, br At thy dear feet, where I would lie br And sleep through all eternity.