Recompense

Not if I chose from a world of days Could I find a day like this. The sky is a wreath of azure haze And the sea an azure bliss. The surf runs racing the young salt wind, Shouting without a fear Over reef, bar, cliff and scaur, Where you and I lie near.

O you and I who have watched the sky And sea from many a shore! You, love, and I who will live and die-- And watch the sea no more! O joy of the world! Joy of love, Joy that can say to death, "Tho you end all with your wanton pall, We two have had this breath!"