YOU sang that song beside an olden sea, In some low dream, some hundred years ago; The time, the place is all unknown to me -- It is the feeling in my heart I know. We were two Grecians then, I do believe, And caught a dream some fair god's passion sighed; Time wandered far, and left our hearts to grieve -- But somewhere Love lived on, though all else died. Dear, as you sing, it all comes back to me; The mood, though filled with centuries of strife Is the same ecstasy; only the sea Seems grown a little weary of its life. No change has come unto your voice and heart, No shadow on your face; and in your eyes -- Though Time has kept them from my eyes apart -- The rapture of sea-dreams and memories. |