Andrew Wyeth's Wind From The Sea (1948)
The wild wind thought of the love he had left
Afar in an Eastern land,
And he longed, as long the much bereft,
For the touch of her perfumed hand.
In his winding wail and his deep-heaved sigh
His aching grief found vent;
While the sea looked up at the bending sky
And murmured: "I repent."
Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Wind and the Sea
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