Vii

Since, in thine hour of sorrow, unto thee Came sweet remembrance of the summer sea And one who sat beside it--in his eyes The far-off thought of sea and summer skies: Since in thine heart the visionary gleam Of one half-wasted life, more like a dream, Pale in its pleading, stood to be the sign Of Love, as Love is, passionate, divine: Ah! since in all this world no fuller sound Than my faint spirit’s utterance was found Bidding thee cherish hope: so let it be. Behold, beyond the summer and the sea I utter not myself, but am His voice Who bids all Nature live, and thee rejoice.

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