And O, the seas between us, still,
Are singing in my listening ears
That none that lives can ever hope
To part our twining stars...
Although I see you not since long,
The south wind catches at my throat
And burns your breath upon my cheek;
Although I touch you not since long,
The salt-sands whirling round my joy
Enfold me close in your young arms;
Although I have you not in flesh,
The sea-gulls crying round my way
Beseech me in your name to live
Content until your coming.
(1962)
