"Unnumbered we must—"
"David, are you sure about those last lines?" She smiled apologetically. "I know I'm old-fashioned, but couldn't you change that? It seems so ... so harsh. And I think you may have unconsciously borrowed it from someone else. I can't help thinking I've heard it before, somewhere? Don't you think so?"
"I don't know, dear. You may be right about that word, but it doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, I'm not going to try to get it published, or anything."
"I know, dear, but still—"
He was looking at her desperately.
"I'm sorry, dear!" she said contritely. "Please go on. Don't pay any attention to my stupid comments."
"They're not stupid—"
"Please, dear. Go on."
His fingers clamped on the edge of the notebook.
"Unnumbered we must wander,
Break, and bleed, and die.
Implacable as ocean,
Our tide must drown the sky.