Oh, words that neither sea nor land
Can lift their ears to understand!
Wild words, as dumb as death or fear,
I dare to die, but not to hear!
THE ANSWER.
"That we together may sail,
Just as we used to do."
Carleton's Ballads.
And what if I should be kind?
And what if you should be true?
The old love could never go on,
Just as it used to do.
The wan, white hands of the waves
That smote us swift apart,
Will never enclasp again,
And draw us heart to heart.
The cold, far feet of the tides
That trod between us two,
Can never retrace their steps,
And fall where they used to do.
Oh, well the ships must remember,
That go down to the awful sea,
No keel that chisels the current
Can cut where it used to be.
Not a throb of the gloom or the glory
That stirs in the sun or the rain,
Will ever be that gloom or glory
That dazzled or darkened—again.
Not a wave that stretches its arms,
And yearns to the breast of the shore,
Is ever the wave that came trusting,
And yearning, and loving, before.