I shall go back again to the bleak shore
  And build a little shanty on the sand,
  In such a way that the extremest band
  Of brittle seaweed will escape my door
 But by a yard or two; and nevermore
  Shall I return to take you by the hand;
  I shall be gone to what I understand,
  And happier than I ever was before.
 The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
  The words that lay a moment on your tongue,
  Are one with all that in a moment dies,
  A little under-said and over-sung.
 But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies
  Unchanged from what they were when I was young.