On The Breakwater by Carl Sandburg

On the Breakwater
By Carl Sandburg

On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a
      girl are sitting,
She across his knee and they are looking face into face
Talking to each other without words, singing rythms in
       silence to each other.

A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an out-
       going boat,
Playing its searchlight, puzzled, abrupt, over a streak of
       green,
And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his
       knee.