If they had known the wastes lost love must cross
The wastes of unlit lands—
If they had known what seas of salt tears toss
Between the barren sands.
If she had known that when in the wide west
The sun sank gold and red,
He whispered bitterly: “’Tis like the rest,”
The warmth and light have fled.
If he had known that she had borne so much
For sake of the sweet past,