And another path led me here:


SEA LOVE
Charlotte Mew

Tide be runnin' the great world over:
'Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin' as the sea.

Heer's the same little fishes that sputter and swim:
Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An' him no more to me nor me to him
Than the wind goin' over my hand.

From Collected Poems by Charlotte Mew (London: Gerald Duckworth, 1953)

Also Saturday Market by Charlotte Mew (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1921), page 56.

The latter book is viewable at The Internet Archive.