DREAMLAND LOVE
Here in the Far Land of our own begetting,
Crouched on the haunted cliff begirt by sea,
Hushed in the murmurous swell of dim waves
fretting
Walls and sheer rocks which cradle you and me,
How shall we lisp of older worlds and cities?
How shall we sigh for newer worlds to be?
Naught here is left of moanings or of pities,
Only the whispered silence of the sea.