Here you will find thePoemThe Fisher's Widowof poet Arthur Symons
The boats go out and the boats come in Under the wintry sky; And the rain and foam are white in the wind, And the white gulls cry. She sees the sea when the wind is wild Swept by a windy rain; And her heart's a-weary of sea and land As the long days wane. She sees the torn sails fly in the foam, Broad on the sky-line gray; And the boats go out and the boats come in, But there's one away.
