Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
In sequent toil with that which went before
Exchanging place each one, till time is o’er
On which finality one can depend.
Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
Seamless in time’s transition we implore
Forward, each moment having to contend
In sequent toil with that which went before.
On Dover Beach one poet heard the roar,
Vague and retreating, while his lines he penned
Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore:
“Let us be true to one another,” more
Solemn thought never consecrate to friend.
In sequent toil with that which went before,
Brothers we wend to death. Progenitor
And progeny alike, we thither wend,
Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
In sequent toil with that which went before.