Here you will find the Poem Love's Ebb And Flow of poet Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish I say my love for thee exists no more. At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless; It will return with love unto the shore. E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion, And place my freedom in thy hands once more. Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting Back from afar to the beloved shore.