Derelicts

A year, a year, and then to miss That which was all in all for aye; O Love as fleeting as your kiss, O Love forever and a day, To this.

How such a change in one short year, I cannot, cannot understand; Oh, why to cast upon Love's bier, Whose name was written in the sand, This tear?

Why, when the fields were red with May When you and I together swore; Is May so very far away, Was all so different then, before Today?

And did the gods above then smile When we believed that love would last, Counting its heart-beats on the dial Of hours that have too soon slipped past, The while.

Two boats upon a sea of glass— A little strength, a little trust; Yet let the hand of Fate but pass, Could they withstand the storm-cloud's gust, Alas!

So, though not knowing, yet must I Forget one day and feel no more Your love, which dreamed not e'er to die. Thank God for that—I close my door. Good-bye.