Classic Poem

They leant upon the old sliprail,
And she was mute, while he
Sent fairy ships away to sail
Upon a rosy sea.
She listened, but no word she said,
She knew it could not be.
He pictured what fate had in store
When they came back from sea —
Great galleons from golden shore
With treasure trove: but she
Just sadly smiled and shook her head.
She knew it could not be.