There Is A Little Bungalow Perched On A Granite Ledge, And At Its Feet Two Suitors Meet; (I Watch Them, And I Know) One Waits Outside The Casement Edge; One Paces To And Fro. The Patient Rock Speaks Not A Word; The Sea Goes Up And Down, And Sings Full Oft, In Cadence Soft; (I Listen, And Have Heard) Again He Wears An Angry Frown By Jealous Passion Stirred. This Dawn, The Rock Was All Aglow; Far Out The Mad Sea Went; Beyond The Raft, Like One Gone Daft; (I Saw Them, And I Know) While Radiant And Well Content Smiled Down The Bungalow. That Was At Dawn; Ere Day Had Set, The Sea With Pleading Voice Came Back To Woo His Love Anew; (I Saw Them When They Met) And Now I Know Not Which Her Choice - (The Rock'S Gray Face Was Wet.)