Ah! if but once again to hear The song of waves against the keel! The sound of winds upon the sea, To watch the moonlight, and to feel Your hand in mine; to have you steal More close, more close, till senses reel, And all the deep, unfathomed bliss Of Life and Death were in your kiss. XVI I have striven for three whole years to forget; I have prayed, ay, grovelled to God; and yet At the glimpse of a pictured face, of a form That suggested yours—like a blighting storm The Past rose up, and in anguish cried, "Oh, fool! I live, it was You who died." _The Riverside Press Limited, Edinburgh_ * * * * * Transcriber's Notes Minor punctuation and printer errors repaired. Italic text is denoted by _underscores_