When between us two there rolled
Wide Atlantic's sea,
Ships too frail thy love to hold
Brought thy words to me.
Though thy letters few and far
Crost a burning zone,
Yet thy love rose like a star—
I was not alone.
When the white sails westward flew,
"What are seas?" I cried;
"What but ribbons broad and blue,
That the gods have tied."
Though across Pacific's sea,
Drifted wrecks were blown,
Still thy letters came to me—
I was not alone.
But today we met—behold,
In the narrow street;
And the Sea of Silence rolled
To our very feet.
Not a smile to cross the space,
Not a tender tone;
I, while looking in thy face,
Knew I was alone.