And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
THE MESSAGE
“Oh, have you not a message, you who come over the sea?
Have you not a message or word at all for me?”
“I have sailed, sailed, sailed where the seas are green and blue,
I’ve silver, gold and merchandise—but never a word for you.”
“But did you see my love by any way you came?
For if you saw my love, he must have spoke my name.”
“Oh, yes, I saw your love—oh, yes, and he was gay