To-night we're severed, many miles apart:
I wonder, canst thou rest, my Dearest Heart?
In Court of Dreams perhaps we'll briefly meet
And kiss upon the Borderland of Sleep.
O Husband Sweetheart! say for me a prayer—
God give you peace, and have you in His care!
OFF THE YORKSHIRE COAST.
KING YESTERDAY
You and King Yesterday both have fled
To the Land-of-the-beautiful-days-that-are-dead.
How full of bird music the dewy-fair Morn
When Yesterday, King of the Past, was born;
How rosy with roses the passionate noon
When you and King Yesterday ruled sweet June;
How royal with splendour the crimsoning west
As Yesterday bravely grew old with zest;
And eve was a glamour of emerald light
When Yesterday greeted the world "Good-night."
Oh! You and King Yesterday gently wean
My thoughts to the Country-it-might-have-been.