P.S. Krøyer – Summer evening on Skagen’s Beach (1893)
Beached Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The blue calmness of the water moves her,
To reverie in her heart’s deepest pit.
Empty it is, that echoes does she hear,
Drowning deeper than willing to admit.
Loss so great it causes her to tremble,
For she does not know any reason why,
But to her love it is surely baneful,
Feeling the pain a tear she did not cry.
Pain would be slight had not been so happy,
With dreams of many years to spend with him,
Planning of the day when they would be three,
At this present moment her life bedim.
Can this love die of a natural cause?
To this burning question she does give pause.