BY a dim seacoast, long ago, -- Since then, how years and years have sped! We leaned and listened to the low Sea voice and marveled what it said: While, blown along the gusty air, I felt the fragrance of your hair. And sitting there, with tender tone You sang the song that now I hear: Sang it as you could sing alone, Dear one, long dead and still so dear; I could not hear that song again Without the bliss, without the pain. Therefore, to-night my heart is true In the hot room: and memory's surge Bears me straight back to youth and you, And all the passion and the urge Rise up once more from out the sea, Wedding us there eternally! |