Over the sea-rim peered the pallid moon
Out of a woven shroud
Of twilight purple, while their mighty tune
The breakers thundered loud.
No comrade star, only the mystery
Of that pale orb whose fire
Through immemorial nights has seemed to be
Fulfilled of dim desire.
And while its wan light drenched the foam-hid coasts,
To the low south wind’s sigh
Methought the sad innumerable hosts
Of lovers dead went by;
And I was whelmed with sadness, with the sense
Of the immutable pathos of the years,
And how the sum of all love’s opulence
Must be obscured by tears!
(Clinton Scollard)
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