Vi

She dreamed that there, beside the ocean sitting, Alone she watched, when, at her feet, behold! Between the foam-ridge and the sea-gull’s flitting, His body rolled.

All was not as it was before they parted; She dreamed he had remembered, she forgot; He ’d said he would forget her, angry-hearted, And yet could not.

And then it seemed that, had she known, she surely Had given pity when she could not give Her love to him, who loved her madly, purely, And bade him live.

And then she dreamed she looked upon the slanted Hulk of a wreck: and high above the wave, Worn of the wind and of the cactus planted, His nameless grave.