Heloise

I saw a light on yester-night— A low light on the misty lea; The stars were dim and silence grim Sat brooding on the sullen sea. From out the silence came a voice— A voice that thrilled me through and through, And said, "Alas, is this your choice? For he is false and I was true." And in my ears the passing years Will sadly whisper words of rue: Forget—and yet—can I forget That one was false and one was true?