Like silent ships we two in darkness met,
And when some day the poet’s careless fame
Shall breath to you a half-forgotten name—
Soul of my song, I want you to regret.
For you had Love. Out of my life you tore
One shining page. I want, if we must part,
Remembrance pale to quiver in your heart
Like moonlit foam upon a windy shore.
When there’s something or someone, when there’s anything that makes you happy, you don’t let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart.