And learned of love beneath a younger sun.
XXVI
Mazeltov
To-day is still the day that sweet word came
Yet must I watch it ebb to Time’s great sea
And there to mingle with eternity,
Lose sense and form and be no more a name.
And yet ’tis still the day. The words I frame,
While ocean-like night’s mists rise stealthily;
Beneath my window here there spreads a sea