Consider

by Walter M. Lindsay

For some wise purpose, known in heaven,
Thy life approached to mine; --
The full-orbed moon unto the sea.
Upon the waters shine
Its rays, and swell them to a tide
That will not more decline.

We cannot say unto the wave, --
Break on the land no more, --
Although it crumble, day by day,
Our dwelling on the shore,
And sweep, at last, in angry foam,
The shattered roof-tree o'er.