Classic Poem

IN A Dark H OUR

Y OU are not with me — only the moon,
The sea and the gulls' cry, out of tune;
The myriad cry of the gulls still strewn
On the sands where the tide will enter soon.

You are not with me, only the breath
Of the wind — and then the wind's death;
A shrouding silence then that saith,
" Even as wind love vanisheth."

You are not with me — only fear,
As old as earth's first frenzied bier,
That severed two whose hearts were near —
And left one with all life unclear.