A BROKEN DREAM.
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No love-words spoke we, for between our souls
An icy shadow stood, ghost-like and dim,
More deadly dreadful than the sea that rolls
Up the black headlands when the tide is in!
Keeping our lives eternally apart,—
Oh, fateful Presence! tireless, stern, and grim!
An icy shadow stood, ghost-like and dim,
More deadly dreadful than the sea that rolls
Up the black headlands when the tide is in!
Keeping our lives eternally apart,—
Oh, fateful Presence! tireless, stern, and grim!
Bound to another! Vows must not be broke!
If hearts break, let them! Well, the world is wide;
There lieth safety in mad words unspoke;
Let silence seal the tomb where Hope has died!
The world would call it sin to kiss thy lips,
So here in quietude let me abide,—
If hearts break, let them! Well, the world is wide;
There lieth safety in mad words unspoke;
Let silence seal the tomb where Hope has died!
The world would call it sin to kiss thy lips,
So here in quietude let me abide,—
Here, where the sea broadens out blue and cold
For weary leagues, to meet the southern shore,
Where in the summer sunshine's fadeless gold
Life is to thee a calm, for evermore!
And not a pale regret e'er stirs thy heart
For the brief Indian summer gone before.
For weary leagues, to meet the southern shore,
Where in the summer sunshine's fadeless gold
Life is to thee a calm, for evermore!
And not a pale regret e'er stirs thy heart
For the brief Indian summer gone before.
Here let me stay, hoping the wind will bear,
As a sweet augury of peace, to me,
Some breath of air that has across thee blown
In that fair land beyond the purple sea,—
And that the low, melodious song of waves
May bring my soul suggestions full of thee!
As a sweet augury of peace, to me,
Some breath of air that has across thee blown
In that fair land beyond the purple sea,—
And that the low, melodious song of waves
May bring my soul suggestions full of thee!
