Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet!”
And in sheer pity of herself she dropped
Her lovely head; and, though with self she strove,
One hot tear fell. The shadow, which had stopped
On her life’s dial, moved again, and Love
Went sobbing by, and only left his wraith;
For both were loyal to their given faith.
Farewells they breathed and self-reproaches found,
Half gliding with the current to the fall,