Out At Sea

The sea was witness of the words you said: She hushed her every tide that she might hear Your whispered love, and while you bent so near My bosom, laying down your weary head To rest thereon—the corals in their bed Stirred with emotion, shaken as with fear, And foam grew paler, passionately drear As some wan smile, upon a face that's dead.

I took your hand in mine, your living hand! And pressed it closer, closer in mine own. A nameless terror shocked me while I scanned Your ardent face; there rose a stifled moan To part my lips; I saw the future stand Before me, and behold! I was alone.