I should not have brought her inland, nor kept her here. Sea-woman she was. Where the grass rolled like waves over the fields she stood and cried a year and a year. I try to be a good wife, she said. When the crows nattered among the furrows, like gulls along the tide-line, she cried, how she cried. She did not want me to hear her. Before she died she held her two hands to my ears. I heard the sea.